I lose track of underwear.*
It’s been nearly a year and I know lots of interesting, possibly momentous things have happened (to me, around me, because of me) but this morning the most riveting piece of information, the only one that seems to matter to me is this:
I was rooting around in the fridge the other day and found a pair of my underwear.
That is so confusing. On so many levels.
*I was going to include a picture but I couldn’t find any of underwear in refrigerators. It’s a boring world we live in.
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Oh shit. I love this! If I hadn’t drowned my camera in a pint of Full Sail, I would be adding a picture of fridge undies to the Internet.