I’m ashamed to admit this. But true to “Real Life” doctrine of admitting I’m not the perfect mom and housewife, here it goes.
This morning, as I got out of the shower, and began to get dressed, I looked in my und*rwear drawer, only to find… NO und*rwear. Well, actually, there were und*rwear: the Vict*ria’s S*cret ones that I mistakenly bought. I didn’t see they were “low-rise,” and they barely cover the junk in my trunk, IYKWIM.
Anyway, I looked all around, in the laundry baskets full of clean laundry, yet to be put away. I double checked my t-shirt drawer to make sure I hadn’t accidentally put them in there. Nothing.
This is where it gets really embarrassing. I actually considered wearing my husband’s briefs. I tried them on, even. (Oh, come on, you’ve never thought of it?)
In a last ditch effort to find suitable undergarments, I looked in the dryer.
I’ve never been so happy to see the words “Hanes for Her” in my life! (I actually found my br* in there, too, so I could stop wearing my old nursing br*s)
So what’s your worst laundry nightmare?