LINGERIE OR NO LINGERIE?

I haven’t been in this predicament for years. For some reason with Steve having such a long “weekend” and last week flying by like a super sonic jet I haven’t done any of my laundry. Sure, everyone else seems to have clean clothes, but somehow mine got skipped. I knew it was coming, but I had hoped that some sort of miracle would take place in my laundry room, and I would magically have clean clothes by the time I woke up this morning. Much to my dismay no magic occurred, and I awoke to find not even the holiest pair of underwear in my drawer. I don’t know about you, but this is a serious issue. It's not like I could borrow a pair from the teens...I had to decide whether or not I wanted to dig into the long forgotten lingerie draw and find something a little more, um, unpleasant to wear than say, Hanes Her Way. Why is it a big deal you ask? I have had six children. I don’t do “special” underwear anymore. For heaven’s sake, what if I got in a car wreck, and they had to cut my clothes off of me. It would be horrifying. I’ll spare you the details of that little scenario. I panicked, of course. I started digging through every clean laundry basket in the house to find that last hidden pair. I knew it had to be there. Life was not that cruel. Was it cruel you ask, or was it on my side? I am sorry, but I am going to leave you in agony over this very important issue. I am going to go do some laundry.