Pensando en mi ropa interior.

[sesquapedalian]

It's a gray, drizzly day here in Eugene, and I find myself wondering at what point it becomes necessary to throw away embarassingly old pairs of underwear. There are at least ten rags cum undergarments occupying my top dresser drawer, and those which I selected to wear today probably have a collective three inches of white elastic showing through the dark blue material around the leg holes. They are saggy in the back and bear faint traces of "whoops-I-guess-it's-that-time-of-the-month-again" in the crotch, but I've had them since high school and they still seem to perform quite satisfactorily all the functions that underwear should.

Hmm. I'm stumped. Time to buy a donut to go with my morning tea and meditate further on the matter.

Namaste,
Jacki