Yesterday I lost my favorite pair of pants. Panic stricken I dashed from room to room searching for my beloved pants. After an hour-long scavenger I decided to look for an alternate. Thumbing through my clothing I realized what those pants ment to me. Nope, they are not lucky pants, but they could be. These pants fit so perfectly that I could eat a nice sized dinner, dessert, followed by drinks and even a small late night snack without a wardrobe malfunction. It is all in the fabric that caresses over my body without squeezing me like a tourniquet. If I were a man, one might call them buffet pants.
After trying on other garments, I decided to look one more place. To my surprise sat my amazing pants.