So last week I shared that my daily Granny Panties were suddenly too big around my waist. Not all of them, but certainly my “best” ones were. I weighed myself and even though the scale did register that I had lost a bit of weight, it was certainly not enough to justify the looseness.
I mentioned this to my husband, that I had almost had an embarrassing moment walking into a meeting, his response was all I needed to know what was going on. “If they are too big, why don’t you throw them away and buy new ones?” he said. I knew right then and there he had something to do with this elastic caper.
I came to find out that he had been stretching out my underwear as a last ditch effort to force me to update my functional collection! How weird is this? Don’t answer. I know how weird it is.
But what he was trying to tell me, rather than use the human language, was that just because I was getting older it doesn’t mean that I should give up on wearing sexy underwear. Even when I am wearing yoga pants. I am not sure I agree with his methods (I paid him back in the pocketbook) but I guess I do see his point. He maybe should have gone about proving his point in a different way, if you ask me.
So take a good, hard look at your undie drawer. Could you fall prey to a saboteur? Head him or her off at the pass and perform the purge yourself.
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