I was searching through the laundry this morning for a clean pair of underwear for myself.
Some people's dryers eat socks. Mine, apparently, eats underwear.
I don't know what the deal is, but it seems like I have to do laundry every three days because I'M out of clean underwear.
So I'm picking through the laundry, tossing aside the kids t-shirts, thinking to myself, "Well, at least my underwear is smaller than their shirts. That will make it easier to sort out the clothing types."
It would be way cool if this realization came to me because I was going through some awesome weight loss diet. But alas, no. The kids have just gotten bigger. Funny how that happens; kids get bigger. Weird.
Anywho. All I kept finding were the "If I can't find anything else, I'll wear these" pair.
Ladies, you know the ones.
They aren't comfortable because they:
- ride up
- cut in
- fall down
- roll over
- all of the above and then some
But you hold on to them because days like today happen!
My I.C.E. (in case of emergency) panties SUCK!
They are so bad, I actually considered wearing a pair of Hubby's tighty-whities.
Pull a pair out of the dirty laundry?
I. Just. Can't.
So I will sit here all day in utter discomfort.
Where is the laundry fairy when you need her?
- I will be shopping at lunch today.
- One hour and counting.
PS - Sadly, I already had "laundry" and "underwear" as labels for previous posts so they both auto populated as I was typing them. *sigh*