Out-of-Pants Syndrome

Laundry day. See you there. Under things. Tumbling... Dr. Horrible anyone? No? Alright well then... Umm... Awkward. Ha! So I have run out of pants for it is the day of the cleaning of clothes. So I'm forced to wear a dress... Well not forced... I could've worn sweat pants... But dress for success right? I find it makes things a bit more pleasant. And it makes me feel fancy :) so random question for you guys reading... Would you rather die by freezing to death, being burned at the stake, lethal injection or electric chair and why? Kinda weird question but I'm curious. I'd personally want to freeze... Then my awesomeness could be preserved xD definitely not the longest blog I'll ever do... But whatever :) Lucky Ducky signing off xD