You know those mornings.

The drawer which contains clean bras and underwear is getting thin and you reach for a pair as a last resort and think to yourself,

"please don't let today be the day that I get into an accident or collapse at work and need the AED"

because you are wearing undies that no longer have a functioning elastic waist band and a bra that used to be white with an under-wire stabbing you.
I've been there and I know you have too. But I never for two seconds thought the Hubby has.

Okay maybe not to the same extent...but similar. Today in the car we had a conversation that went a little something like this:

SCENE - Melissa & Hubby are bickering about something random

Hubby - You're the worst wife ever.

Me - What do you mean, do you not have clean socks, do you not have clean undies?

Hubby - No I don't have clean undies.

Me - WHAT!!! YES YOU DO

Hubby - Yes but the only ones left are colors, there are not white ones clean ("colors" really mean have designs on them)

Me - So?

Hubby - I don't like people seeing them if I am in the bathroom stall at work.....Plus what if there was an acid spill on my pants in the lab, I don't want people to see the undies with Duckies or Monkeys or Chinese Food Cartons or Bullies (as in Bulldogs)

Me - You mean you don't want people seeing your Chinese Food Carton Old Navy boxers that say "Enjoy" and "Come Again" on them? (In Asian-like-font)

Hubby - (Silence)