I had done it, again.  I was running late, again.

I looked in the closet for the right pair of pants for church.  There were none to be found.  All of my khakis were in the laundry.  I let out a sigh.

Then I remembered, we go to a casual church.  Jeans would be just fine.  Crisis averted.

Responding to my first sigh, the sigh associated with a perceived pants shortage, my wife checked in to see what had been bothering me.

I indicted that there were “No worries.  I thought I had a ‘Pantalage Situation,’ but I remembered that I can wear jeans to church.”

For a brief second, my bride considered what was worse, my poor memory regarding the church dress code or the fact that I had just made up a word.  In her mind, there was no contest.  Coining the word “Pantalage” was an egregious language related offense, whereas I forget stuff all the time.

Agreed, but give me a break.  “Pantalage” was certainly appropriate for the moment and if the pants fit, wear ’em.