Mortgaging My Soul, Once Again

Yes...it's a day of which I'm not super proud.  A day where Jessica does her low moan of torment, Jennifer shuffles her kids out of the room and pauses her Pogo games to read further, and the rest of the world pauses, smiles and nods their heads knowingly, thinking to themselves, "There he goes again, losing his underwear yet again."

But it wasn't my fault, I promise.

Really.

So, before I tell you the tale of me busting out my Nancy Drew membership card and stylish Detective Magnifying Glass, I have to back peddle a wee bit.  You see, Mike and I purchased a king sized mattress about a year and a half ago in hopes of upgrading from our full sized bed.

Now, flash forward 6 months.

Still no bed to put the mattress on.

Flash forward yet again 6 months, still no bed.

So, to the present!

Two days ago Mike comes home from work, telling me he went to the used furniture store where he works at and found a nice king sized bed with matching dresser drawers and decided that, after a year and a half, it was time to put up the new bed.  I decided that this would be a good weekend project.

For Mike.

What?  Warcraft just DOESN'T play itself!!!   Back me up here Jennifer and Jess!   Sure, we can neglect our household responsibilities, food preparation, and the kids/dogs.  But neglect our Internet games?  The *REAL* reason why we are still sane and happy?!  I think not.

So anyways Mike took our old bed and some dressers that went with it and took it to the second hand furniture store, picked up the "new" bedroom suite, and brought it home.  Sure, I helped with some of the lifting and the carrying of the heavy stuff, but it was all him.  I kept on telling myself that's how he liked it.

So the bedroom turned out to be a two day event and Saturday evening both of us slept on the couch and futon.  Sunday morning he went right back to work with the bedroom, rearranging everything and having a lovely time.  Again, Warcraft doesn't play itself people!

So the new bedroom looks really nice; I'm happy with it.  Sure, the bed takes up half of the bedroom but, really, the only reason I'm in there anyways is to either sleep or...well, that's all that it's used for now a'days.

So I wake up this morning, take my shower and what not, getting myself prepared for the work day, and I was looking through the new dresser for underwear.

And it's gone.

All of our boxer briefs and the underwear that actually *FITS* me is gone.

I looked in the other dresser that we kept from the old set and it's not there either.

I start to panic, wondering if I would have to run around work, peddling insurance without panties.  I mean, not that I really care, but people would object.  Well, they probably wouldn't know unless I pulled down my jeans.  But, you never know in the insurance world, sometimes desperate times call for drastic measures.  Or, you know, just for fun.

So, I looked around the whole house and I couldn't find our regular underwear.  So I had to break down and wear these bikini briefs that I got YEARS ago and, since the winter and my Lovelies (aka Girl Scout Cookies), they're really freaking tight.  It's a good thing that I'm a grower, not a shower, or we would be having serious problems.  ahem...

So it's 3:30PM and I still don't have a flipping idea as to the whereabouts of my regular undies.  I'm sure Mike hid them somewhere just to punish me for not helping with the bedroom.

Well, I'll show him.  I just won't wear any until they appear again! 

And, for those of you that don't want to see this happen and understand my plight, post a message, asking to donate to the Panties For Pond organization, and I'll give you a PO Box where you can send money or panties (used or new, at this point I'm kind of desperate....).