Dirty Panties

Fuck.  Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Fuck.

I'm wearing dirty panties.  How does this happen?! 

Well, I know how it happened.  Our bag of clean clothes left over from our camping trip is still in the middle of the dining room floor.  Trying to avoid another trip to the basement this morning, I rummaged through the bag in search of clean underoos.  In the dark.  I assumed everything in the bag was clean.  I was wrong.

Fuck. 

Oh well.  I was debating if I should go home for lunch today or not - guess now I have my answer. 

Happy Friday!