They were left too long in the dryer, and came out so twisted they needed ironing. A task I avoid generally, but will do if necessary. Laid the clean, pressed trousers on the bed. Moby takes his job as furrier very seriously.
"Don't worry, I'll get these taken care of in no time."
Had to swipe off a good half inch of slush off the car when I got off work. Just rain down here, though. All day long.