Enough ranting for one day

My pants. They collect dust bunnies wherever they go. This morning I woke up with orange dust balls all over my pants. How peculiar. Most of the time it is the blue from my blanket... but this time it was orange. As much as my pants love to collect this dust, I try to discourage it as much as I can, for fear that my pants will be made solely of dust in a few short days.
Among other things my pants like to do: they make me look like a genie or something like that. They are big and poofy, but I like them that way. And as much as there are some things they do that just don't sit well with me, I love them all the same.