It has been one of those weeks...err, couple of weeks. (See post from yesterday). I have not done laundry in what may be close to 3 or 4 weeks. I honestly have lost count completely. I know I did it when I got back from Texas at the end of February. The beginning of March I struggled with strep throat. The next week I was being evaluated at school. This past week I had to perform an evaluation on a colleague. My Master's homework was in there somewhere too. A research paper, discussion board, chapter reading and the like have been done, graded, and are somehow due again.
Needless to say, the thing everyone runs out of first when dirty clothes pile up is: underwear. In my drawer there is a "reserve pile". They are nice. They are pretty. They have lace. But they have a flaw. They. slip. down. ever. so. slowly.
Tonight we went out with some friends who are moving away in a couple of weeks. We were celebrating new jobs, new apartment, new start, exciting futures, and the end of casual hang-outs. It was bitter sweet.
After a few adult beverages at the local bar we headed out for dinner. On the way to the restaurant I made a comment about the blasted underwear and there being no point to them if they were just going to slip down all of the time. My friend gave me a coy look and said, "Just take them off."
Everyone in the car snickered. This was particularly funny because I am the least likely of all my friends to talk about or share very personal issues. (I can't believe I am sharing about it here, too! I must be desperate for a slice idea, right?).
Anyway, tonight I discovered what it is like to go sans underwear while out in public. I took the dare. I met the challenge. I threw them away.
It was such a relief!
I wonder if there will be time for laundry tomorrow...