You sat on your ass watching television for the next few hours. Carrie made dinner and called you into the dining room.
"Can you grab the pitcher off the counter and bring it to the table?" she asked.
"Sure thing, honey!" you said and grabbed the pitcher. You began to walk back to the dining room, when you slightly turned your head and walked into the door frame, dropping the pitcher, and it's contents, onto yourself.
Carrie just stood there with her hands over her mouth. She was stifling her laughter until it erupted in uncontrollable laughter.
"Yeah, yeah. Very funny!" you said as you stood up. "My pants are ruined!"
"Told you to pack more" she said.
"Whatever, did your dad leave clothes here?" you asked.
"Nope. Just me, but I have stuff that can be unisex." she said. "Come upstairs and shower yourself so you aren't sticky and we'll find some replacement pants."
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