Friday, June 24, 2011


Ever since my daughters turned 16, I've been having issues with their underwear.  As far as I know, I am the only girl in the household having sex, and yet, their underwear is something a stripper might deem fashionable. Just the other day I saw something in the dryer I thought was a shredded tissue, only to discover it was underwear.

The point really hit home recently, when a rubberband attached to a triangle of fabric, was accidentally dropped behind the dryer. I went into panic mode. What if my husband found it? I had to retrieve it. My husband stopped doing laundry when the first pair of girlie underwear that didn't feature the little mermaid surfaced. There is no arguing with this logic. No dad wants to know his girls are wearing anything less than Disney Princess underwear.

I can't wait for September. The girls will both be safely at UMD and my husband can return to laundry duty.

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