Working the drawstring through...

An HOUR of my life late last night was spent tediously pushing my pajama pant drawstring through to the other side. I nearly gave up and ripped the whole thing out, but Tenacious G carried on, unwilling to admit defeat. There are FEW things in life more excruciatingly tedious to carry out. Thank God I had FRASIER to calm me through half of my wasted hour. NEVER again will I be so careless to let any drawstring slink into the hole and be lost to me. I rewarded myself by pouring some Baileys -- is it a bad sign that the jug AND companion glass now sit on my nightstand?