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Panties in a bunch

I don't even really like the word panties. Actually, I despise it. But yet, I still find myself using the phrase "don't get your panties in a bunch," when a situation warrants such a thing. I'm pretty sure I've said it to Pat, who doesn't even wear panties. Go figure.

Anyway, I bring this up because today, my panties are literally in a bunch. Not because I'm upset; my day has been quite pleasant, actually. Well, except for the fact that my panties are in a bunch.

The problem is, I'm wearing panties underwear that are a size too small for me and therefore they are cutting off my circulation. I remember back in the day when I could wear a size extra small - in everything, including my underwear. And by back in the day, I mean all the way back to high school and perhaps my freshman year of college. It was a sad day when I had to go up to a size small. As you can imagine, it was an even harder day when I realized that I should go up to a size medium. But I didn't.

Instead, I kept pretending that I could still fit into my size small underwear and refused to get rid of them. When I buy new underwear now, I will buy a medium. But I still can't bring myself to get rid of the smalls. And when your laundry isn't clean or is clean but isn't put away, which is the case right now (I'm REALLY bad about putting my clothes away - I have one flaw and now you've discovered it), you have to resort to some of the old underwear left in your drawer. And for me, every single pair of underwear left in my drawer are all size small.

Do you hold on to old underwear, too, or is it just me? If you get rid of them, what do you do? Throw them away? With old clothes, you can give them away to charity and feel somewhat good about it. With underwear, you just have to throw them away and that seems wasteful and weird. But I'm quite positive no one, no matter how poor they are, want my used underwear. Gross.

Of course all of the underwear my dog swallowed whole were my medium-sized pairs. Maybe I should start feeding him the smalls. That is one way to get rid of them.

Whats a girl to do? I guess I need some new panties underwear.

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