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.
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.