I have an announcement

I am back in my clown pants era. 

The stores are full of pants so big you could smuggle entire pizzas into movie theaters up your trousers legs. Pants your kids can use as play tents when you hang them in the closet. During the Revolutionary War, one of my ancestors smuggled rebel documents inside her petticoats, and I am ready to join the resistance. They’ll never know what we’ve got up there, ladies, let’s ride.

Edited to correct which dang war my ancestor was involved in. I went to primary school in Canada, okay?