Too good to miss!
On more mornings than I care to remember I’ve driven to work with the warning to ‘make sure you’re wearing clean undies in case you have a car accident’ ringing as a warning bell in my mind. My undies were clean enough, that wasn’t the problem.
It was the fact that I had my husband’s underpants on. Oh no, I hear you say, she’s rabbiting on about underwear again. Why was I wearing my husband’s jocks; padded and generous in all the wrong places, sometimes even threateningly loose in the elastic department? (I tell a lie – they’re quite comfortable, especially the boxer trunks.)
Because there is at least one undies thief in our family. This is how it works. Clothes never found their way into the now defunct washing system (now teenagers do their own). Think busy teenage lives, school, study, jobs, better things to do/think about, so…
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