I'm sure I packed them, but I haven't seen them anywhere. Meanwhile, I've just been letting my pants sag while trying to hitch them up unobtrusively from time to time. Occasionally they slip way down, low-rise skank style, giving the world a glimpse of my not terribly exciting undies. The effect is not so much trashy/forbidden as mentally challenged/negligent. Sadly, I'm not really going for either of those looks
So. I've realized I'm going to have to do one of three things: invest in thongs, sew elastic into all my waistbands, or break down and buy some new belts. This sucks, especially since I'm going to have to drive out to the crappy flea market to replace the one with my name on it. Also, I don't know if I can replace Eric's sanitation engineer belt buckle. This is a dark day indeed.