The other day I changed for a walk, which basically means that I donned long underwear, and came downstairs to the door where Cuppa was waiting patiently.
"Don't you think you should wear pants?" she asked. We both doubled over with laughter, for this has been a recurring event this winter. Sometimes, I even lace up my winter boots (as in the photo) before realizing that I have forgotten to don my pants.
Now, I am not so senile that I don't eventually notice, but it's an awful inconvenience to have to remove and then re-lace those boots.
It's all conditioned reflex you know? The overwhelming majority of times that I pull a garment over my legs, it is pants (or trousers if you prefer). Therefore, when it is cold enough to wear long johns, my conditioned mind informs me that I have drawn the normal layer of clothing over my legs and that I'm good to go.
Although, I do have my head in the clouds (maybe that's why my subconscious really chose the Anvilcloud handle) much of the time, you have to wonder how a person with legs like mine could ever forget his pants.
For the record, I am ten feet tall, and, as the photo clearly shows, most of that is in leg and very little in brain.