I am hurrying this morning (okay it was 11am) through my shower because Cooper is crying in the pack-n-play. I grab out a pair of undies and realize they are crotchless…and not in a good way. Why is it that I have bought Cooper 6 pairs of new jammies in the past month, the hubs got a whole host of new boxers for V-day, and I am still wearing these unmentionables that are barely holding together?
My underwear drawer is interesting. I have the falling apart ones, of course, that I seem to always gravitate towards. Then I have the cute “underbelly” maternity ones that my mom sent me while I was pregnant. They were great then when I couldn’t see down there, but I put them on afterwards, and I may as well have never worn them. They are ridiculously low and pointless. Then there is the “butt floss”. The ones that when the hubs folds laundry, he ask “how do you fold these” as he squeezes them into a fist and puts them in a pile.
Wow. That is alot of personal info. I am cleaning out the underwear drawer. Why don’t you do the same? I bet there are tons of you who spend the money on everyone else but you. When it comes right down to it, you need you some new panties. (Hehe. I think panties is a funny word.) I do have lots of great ones in the bottom of the drawer. I hit up Victoria’s Secret Semi Annual sale religiously. I just don’t wear them because they are hidden under piles of tattered material and dry rotted elastic. I hate throwing away stuff, so there is my problem. I have cut up the hubs old t-shirts to clean with, so that is useful, but I don’t suggest re-use in this case.
Kiss those crotchless panties goodbye.