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The underwear chronicles

An image of my thong
Yesterday after my husband arrived at work, he went upon his usual routine of changing into his work clothes, nothing exciting you would think? What happened when he put his leg into his pants? Well a nicely washed thong of mine fell to the floor.

There was another individual in the change room at the time. Now whether or not he saw what had happened, my husband does not know, since he quickly picked up the damaging evidence, and tossed them in his locker.

I of course told the children about this, the young man thought it was gross, while the eldest wondered if dad had something he wanted to tell us?

Later on in the day, I posted this on Facebook, and well it seems this has happened to quite a few individuals, so many I thought we could probably start a Facebook group called “The underwear chronicles”.

Years ago as I was running across the lawn of the local hospital for an appointment, I felt something fall from the inside of my pant leg. Lo and behold there was a pair of my underwear on the grass. I quickly scanned the area to see if anyone had noticed, then I completely ignored what had just occurred. Now the funny thing is, when I finished my appointment, and took the same path back, the underwear was gone, and it was not a windy day.

Have you lost your underwear? What did you do?

Why I hate underwear/panties

Every Saturday morning I start laundry, and every Saturday I curse and swear not because I dislike doing laundry but because I hate underwear! Years ago, it used to be fine, I would sort the clothes, whites, colours, dark’s, and kids. This was an easy task when the they were young , the teenage boy had tiny boy’s underwear, usually the kind where the flap was an imaginary flap. The girl’s underwear was easy too, one would have solid coloured underwear, and the other stripes/stars, any kind of pattern. Then they grew up.

After sorting, and washing, came folding, (well I don’t actually fold the underwear), I would just toss it in the right pile of clothes. Eventually with the girl’s underwear, after getting yelled at for mixing up their underwear because they now had similar ones, I gave up. I would make one pile for the girls and tell them to sort it out.

When the boy grew up, his underwear also became a problem, gone was the imaginary flap. The teenage boy and dad now had similar underwear, with the exception of size and I thought I could handle it, apparently not though. After my husband had tried to fit his package in a pair of the teenage boy’s underwear in the early morning hours, when it was still dark out, and they didn’t fit, he was not impressed because the next pair didn’t fit either. Then the teenage boy yelled at me because he had dad’s underwear which were too large. Finally, I acquiesced, their underwear is one big pile and they can now sort it out too.

Which is why I hate underwear! Socks are a whole other issue.