March 16, 2010
underneath it all
It seems that mid-way through the fifth year of marriage is when undergarments start to break down.
I’ve thrown away countless pairs of Mr. Mouse’s holey- unders and lately I’ve been finding holes in my unders. I’ve also been tossing random socks here and there and noticing that Mr. Mouse’s undershirt t-shirts are looking pretty rough.
I suppose if something in our marriage is going to break down, it might as well be our undergarments.