Yes, I’m talking about underwear. And I believe the pair you put on can impact how your day goes.
For me, it’s always the same dilemma. I’m rushing to get dressed, and while I have a basket (or two) of laundry waiting to be folded (with clean undies inside) I’m not willing to put on my robe and go downstairs to fetch them.
So I dig.
I push aside socks.
I check the back corners of the drawer where I know there’s nothing hiding. If I weren’t so pressed for time I would probably check inside a sock or few. I just don’t want to wear that last pair. They are not me. They were bought as one of those Victoria Secret “Buy _ for $___” deals, and I figured it was my chance to try a different cut.
Yea, that cut doesn’t work. At all.
So to my friends, family and co-workers on those days, my apologies. If I act like I have something up my butt, I really do. Blame in on the last pair.