Crazy Pants

I love the way the phrase "crazy pants" implies that only the pants are crazy. Not the person in them. It's like I can take off my crazy pants and become some semblance of normal. Only when I choose to put them back on do they work their magic.

You can just ignore this. I had this thought, frustratingly enough, on the way downstairs from the notebook full of crap I'd just written down. I didn't feel like going back up, so I wrote it down in the first place I could think of.

Enjoy your Sunday.