As a result, my underwear reserves are running dangerously low. (This is after a few boxer brief 5-pack purchases.)
I might even have to start dipping into the Y-fronts (tighty whiteys for you Americans.)
This past Sunday, I'd even entertained the notion of going to the coin laundry in Herndon. This is until I drove by and saw how crowded it was. It didn't seem as fun as originally envisioned.
So, of course, after getting out of work tonight, instead of going to Sears or Best Buy to pick up a new stacked laundry center, I went to Carpool for a drink.
I ran into a bunch of my kickball teammates at the bar, so a drink turned into 4 or 5.
I'm not sure whatever else I would have possibly accomplished, but whatever it was, it didn't happen.