Sisterhood of the Stolen Pants?

I'm not a fashion diva by any stretch. That's part of what makes me lovably frumpy. I don't live for shopping. Every once in a while, though, I am inspired to look for something in particular.

One such item was denim capris. I had been keeping my eyes open for a few seasons to find a pair I liked - without much luck. They either didn't fit quite right (my usual problem) or had too much stitching or too many embellishments or were too acid-washy.

Finally I stumbled upon a pair a couple of months ago that fit, looked okay and were reasonably priced. And I had a gift certificate - yeehaw!

Those were comfy pants. I wore them lots and really liked them. I'm talking about them in the past tense - did you notice?

We had a hot spell recently and I stopped wearing them. Today I went looking for them because now we're having a cool spell (damned weather). Do you think I can find them?

I have looked everywhere. I've checked every hamper and every basket of clean clothes. I have checked my closet and drawers and shelves several times, then I checked everyone else's in case they were misfiled.

They. Have. Vanished.

Then my excitable brain starts recalling an incident a week or so ago when I noticed some empty clothespins on the line. I think at the time I chalked it up to Boychild pulling off a towel, but now I am wondering...did someone steal my friggin' pants? Seriously? A pair of run-of-the-mill denim capris you can buy at Mark's Work Wearhouse? What's up with that?

I'm really hoping they turn up in a pile of clutter somewhere in the house because who wants to be on high laundry alert?

So let this be a warning to you all. Don't be hanging your Chanel or Armani or Versace-wear on the line. Ahem. Or your Mark's Work Wearhouse, apparently.