U is for Underwear

My husband owns four pair of underwear. Yes, you heard me right, four. Do you have any idea how hard it is to make sure he has clean underwear? It's impossible. Perhaps if I were a good wife and I kept the information on my calendar, maybe, but no. Instead, every week almost, there comes a moment where I either realize right in time that he's out, and spend time staying up late or getting up early just to get him his underwear clean, or he calls me up and says, "hey, did you forget I need underwear?" These are the worst days. I always feel guilty and then he has a rough choice for the day that I need not elaborate on.

It's not that he doesn't want to get underwear. Everytime he gets more, somehow, the dog gets ahold of them and chews them up. It's ridiculous! Anyway. That's my simple U post. My sound off about underwear. So remember, next time you're feeling annoyed or stressed, be happy that you have more underwear than a third world nation...my husband, not so much...