I was apparently, at least to the casual observer, Raptured over the weekend. The casual observer in this case was my Significant Other. Having gotten up briskly instead of lying around in a sprawled stupor like she was, I decided to go hiking in the local mountains after completing my computing chores. This meant I needed to change shorts, and I left the first pair on in her pink leather office chair, draping them over the seat in a manner that suggested, to a certain sleepy individual when she eventually dragged herself out from under the sheets near noon, that I had been abruptly foofed aloft to the company of angels.
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