If you haven't been around here for FOREVER, you may want to take a glance at The Tragedy of my Favorite Pants and A Happy Ending to catch up. You oldies will be aware of the situation I'm talking about.
Anyway, as these pictures prove, the happy ending mentioned above wasn't the last chapter of the saga. My original green jeans have been found!!!
Where, you may ask?? Angel found them underneath a stack of uniforms on his specific uniform shelf. Now why had I never checked there before?
You see, Angel's instilled in me a healthy fear of his uniforms. He doesn't let me hug him or kiss him when he gets home from work because he's still wearing work clothes. He does all of the laundry for his uniforms and never lets me touch them. Personally, I doubt that they could be all that dangerous after being washed in hot water with color-safe bleach and dryed in the dryer, but I appreciate the freedom from that particular sector of laundry and I never touch his uniforms.
And, apparently, Angel never gets all the way down to the bottom of the stack of uniforms (that's where the unloved scrubs are kept), until finally he did, and found my beloved green pants chilling with his "contaminated" clothing.
We're so happy to be reunited. The story finally has an ending, and now I have TWO pairs of green jeans, which is always a good thing.