Dudes, I got ready for work in the morning and discovered--horrors!!--I was out of clean underwear. Frantic rummaging produced one of those dregs of the underwear drawer; you know, floppy elastic, holes, tendency to ride upwards??
Hm. Better than nothing, I figured. Boy, was I ever wrong. When I got home from work that night I THREW THEM IN THE GARBAGE. Why don't we do this with the dregs of the underwear drawer, BEFORE we get to the point where we are wearing underwear that is NOT INTENDED to be shoved upwards, SHOVED UPWARDS FOR 12 HOURS STRAIGHT?!?!?!?! At least when they are designed to be up there, it's just floss. When it's not floss, it feels like you're sitting on a bunched up wad of five or six kleenexes all day. A dishcloth or two. It's enough to drive a woman to KILL SOMEONE!