Middlest was freaking out this morning because she didn’t have any clean panties. Good thing she knows how to do laundry. As an added bonus, she didn’t have a full load so had to put some of the family laundry in her basket. Score!
Anyway, as I sat in my chair contemplating a bubble tubby, it occurred to me that having clean panties is a very good thing.
On a semi related note, panty talk always makes me wonder how many pairs of panties other people pack for a trip. My personal number is three per day. Hey, you never know what life is going to throw at you, and I don’t want to have to go commando. Maybe mom yelled at me to put on clean underwear too much as a kid.