The Magic Pants

Kathy reaches into her pockets and pulls out five bucks. "My pants," she says, "are magical."
Sure enough, any time she needs something, all she has to do is reach into her pocket.
She always pulls out what she needs, when she needs it.
Ketchup packets, keys, a spare cell phone battery, money - especially money.
She's been tempted to tear them apart to see where the stuff comes from, but she doesn't want to kill the magic pants like the golden goose.
Besides, they fit really good, and that's truly magical when it comes to a pair of pants.
There may be a break in recording in the next few days.
I will be down in Tampa for SLCC, so I may write some stories, but recording and producing these little gems may not be possible.
Last year, I pre-recorded a bunch of stories, but I don't think they were very good, and I think I do best when I write them based on the goings-on in the day when the muse strikes me.
Feel free to go back through the archives and enjoy the classics