I'm 32 years old.
I've been dressing myself for a very large chunk of those years.
You'd think that I would be used to NOT putting on my pants until after I'd put on my knickers in the morning.
This morning I proved that theory wrong.
Took me a few minutes of wandering around the house wondering what I'd forgotten to do before I realised.
The fact that I've survived this long really is a miracle sometimes.