I loved those pants.

[mwittier]

Comments

[mockduck]

Ew. Scabby knees. It's like being in the playground again.

[mwittier]

Except no short pants makes them secret scabby knees, which sounds like it might be mildly thrilling in a clandestine way, but it's not.

Not even a little.

[ignusfaatus]

but yr knees werent the part you had surgery on a while ago are they? Sorry bout your pants!

Those were some fine pants.

[mwittier]

Nope. I have damaged a new, previously unbroken part. I don't have that many good parts left.

[kristenlou]

Mmmm. Pie.

You are a master of comic verse, darling.
I did in a favorite pair of pants in much the same manner just a few months ago, so I feel your pain.

What kind of pie?

I don't have a fork icon.

[mwittier]

I am a master of mediocre doggerel, more like. I believe I recall your tumble. These were my favorite pants. Camel-y colored glen plaid, in twill that wore like iron. Like Sears Toughskins. They were so passive-aggressively pattern-mixy useful; I'd pretend they were solid and wear them with striped shirts. Dang.

It was a key lime pie, and it was putrid; like someone took lime hand soap from Williams Sonoma and whipped it, poured it into a kitty litter crust. Bad, bad pie. Which is worse than no pie.

What I really wanted was a peanut butter pie from Miss Ruby's in New Orleans, only there's no Miss Ruby's anymore, I live in Minnesota, and the grocery delivery place only had key lime and rhubarb. Which is like tangy celery pie. Someone still owes me some goddamn pie.

[hallwayjulie]

You even gave Silhouette Mike thick and lustrous hair.

Did you have to look up how to spell 'Silhouette'? I would have had to. Look it up, I mean.

[mwittier]

I also gave him legs that bend mid-calf. Which is so not me. All of me bends just where it should. And my ratty old messenger bag is not so dainty as shown. But I got the sassy attitude just right, I think.

[urbaneninja]

"gristly beef"....nice, haha

Scabby-like.

[mwittier]

Today they look like old, congealed bacon.