I just discovered the most amazing thing in the world.
Well, not the most amazing. I mean, I didn’t win the lottery or find a cure for cancer. That would be the most amazing thing.
But I did find my missing underwear. Remember, when I thought I left my undergarments in my apartment during my move?
Well, I didn’t. I apparently packed them up into a small duffle bag. I then placed the bag into my closet, stacking several larger bags on top on it. Apparently I didn’t search everywhere.
And that makes me feel like a man. Do the men in your life have problems finding stuff? I mean, Colby sometimes has to ask where his shoes are. And they are right there in the closet… where they belong.
I didn’t mean to turn this into a man-bashing post. Really. I’m just so excited about finding my missing panties. It’s like the planets have aligned. Everything is right in the world again. I will no longer have nightmares of my undergarments being sold on Ebay. (By the way, thanks for that Steve.)
I’m off to bed. Tomorrow, I vow to completely reorganize my closet. I mean, one really should be able to loose a complete set of underwear for an entire month. That’s ridiculous.