baked pants

Shoveled snow at sadira's. Moved car. Shoveled more snow. Moved another car. Rode shotgun to find a non-snow-emergency-street parking space. Deployed as a placeholder while driver Sadira fetched a shovel with which to render a difficult space invadeable. Jumped up and down in place to prevent frostbite. Shoveled again. Walked back to Sadira's. Removed wet pants. Placed pants in oven, so they will smell like cookies, and hopefully also become dry. Made tea. Crawled into bed.

I wish I had thought to bake cookie-smell into my pants in college. Chicks would've dug it.

snort

Q: How are my pants, baby?
A: They're a little damp.