I should mention that it took me three tries to figure out how to spell underwear. These are the types of holes that are worrisome - the ones in my memory. Hopefully by the time I forget everything else, I will have forgotten that I ever knew those things to begin with.
Other types of holes, however, are just plain bothersome. Holes in my underwear, for instance. Why do I even still have them? Because I don't remember they have holes until I'm using the bathroom with nothing else to look at.
Mornings are rushed. I went to work with my skirt on in-side-out recently, so obviously I pay close attention to my appearance before leaving the house. Even if I do glance in the mirror, I will certainly never do it in my skivvies. I made that mistake once before and there's still a pain in my gut when I think about it. Expanding and sagging don't mix, and that's all I'll say about that.
By the time I've drowned myself in half a pot of coffee, I'm usually out of the house, on with my day, and ready for my first daylight trip to the bathroom. This is when I notice the holes and give myself a 'Hmm. That's right, these need to be replaced' mental note.
A moment later and I'm concentrating on how best to shut off the water and dry my hands without touching anything. The only holes left on my mind are the ones the paper towel might provide as I'm opening the door with it.
Who inspects their undies when they take them off and throw them in the dirty laundry? If I'm not looking at them when I put them on, what's the point when I'm done with them? Therein lies the problem, I suppose.
The holy underwear cycle continues.
Daily Study of The Book of Mormon
6 years ago
4 comments:
The dreaded holes... They're everywhere. Underwear, socks, little holes in shirts, big holes in shirts that I've decided are still ok for sleeping in. I have the dreaded combo of forgetfulness and cheapness. Every so often, I remind myself that there's no need to run around with holes in my clothes so they either go in a pile to be mended (and never seen again) or are otherwise disposed of.
At which point I promptly forget about them until I'm rushing to get ready in the morning and why don't I have any clean socks? Oh yeah, I tossed them all. Oops.
I'm guilty of wearing holy (holie?) underwear, too. You're right, who thinks about looking at them when you aren't wearing them already?
I usually throw them away instead of throwing them into the laundry basket...no need for them to be cleaned for the trash guy. I mean, they are used to seeing dirty things, right??
WM
This is precisely the problem with underwear -- they are hidden and who looks at them?!
{Oh, and hello! Long time, friend. :) }
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