Hi-ho, the derry-o, the taunting of the pants

Discoveries of cleaning out the closet:

* My husband looks cute in the pants he is now thin enough to wear again.
* My pants gang up on me in a shrill chorus when they chant, "You're still too fa-at, you're still too fa-at."
* My husband is amused; I am fat. Stupid pants.

I think I'll move to Australia. *

There is now an actual plan to clean out the closet and re-organize it, with shelves coming in and the disorganization system which we inherited going out. No, there was not significant progress on my part. I hate trying on clothes.