I cannot find my underpants.
The day before yesterday, I was opening up the boxes I shipped to myself and upon opening a smallish one, I discovered I accidentally shipped a box of old magazines* to myself. These were supposed to go into storage.
In the meantime, I could not — and still cannot — find my underpants. Any of them.
Clearly, a box of magazines got mixed up with a box of underpants. Now all my underpants are in a storage unit in Chicago, while I am in an airport in New York, headed to St. Louis, with a box of magazines back at the apartment across town.
I’m good.
5 Responses
Kitty
You’re good as long as these underpants are not integrated into the Resident Library!
Andres
One the bright side: there’s probably a lot worse places you could have accidentally sent your box of underpants than your own storage unit.
Sydnie
Oh man, I so miss my Wonder Woman Underoos… 🙂
Becky M
I HAD those underoos! 🙂 I think you should find some to replace your missing undies. Sounds like a shopping trip is in order.
Lisa E
Laughing out loud in California. Too funny. At least it’s easy to get some new undies.