Tales from the laundry room
Last night she did a load of laundry and she was hanging out her underwear after the washer. I looked, and then looked again, and I almost plotzed. That child has more underpants than Victoria's Secret.
That is 58 pairs of underpants. FIFTY EIGHT. I knew she had a fetish, but I had no clue it was so serious. How can one even wear 58 pairs of underpants? And what's even scarier? This is only one load of her laundry. She said that there were more still laying on her floor. Oh my gawd, I must put a stop to her conspicuous underwear consumption right now. I admit I'm partly to blame. Every time we go to Marshalls she'll show me a pair and they're so cheap I'll toss them into the cart. But no more. We're on an underwear moratorium for the Girl. And she wants to know why. I dunno! Why do you think, Girl?
The second I saw these she said, "You're gonna blog this, aren't you." Um, yes. Of course. This is priceless stuff. She doesn't mind at all. Stumble It! JBlog Me