When that old guy showed up on “American Idol” singing about pants on the ground, I don’t think he had my bedroom floor in mind — but his message about getting your pants off the ground is equally applicable here.
When did I turn into the type of person who just leaves dirty clothes on the floor all over the place? I just realized how messy the area between my closet and bed is. It’s like “Where’s Waldo,” only more like: “Can you see three pairs of pants on the ground? How about a fourth, tossed atop the bench at the end of the bed?”
I guess it’s time for laundry. And maybe a refresher course in where my hamper is (which would be the hall closet, which I like to think explains why the clothing often ends up on the floor).