Yesterday we went to Target. Big surprise, I know. But we went because Chris requested we go....
Chris: I need to run into Target.
Angie: That's fine, what do you need to get?
Chris: Well, apparently I need a new pack of underwear because it seems that I'm down to three pairs. Have you thrown away all of my underwear?
Angie: Oh. I may have thrown some away. When I take them out of the dryer to fold, if they have any holes in them, I just toss them into the trash in the laundry room. And there's been some with holes.
Chris: Right. But I'm down to three pairs. Did you really need to throw away the rest of my underwear? And could you not have given me a heads up about it?
Angie: Well, if they have holes in them...
Chris: I'm going to need to see these "holes" next time you feel the need to throw my underwear out. I'm not entirely convinced that I had that many pairs of underwear with actual holes in them.
Angie: I'm not sure how you could've missed the holes. Do you not notice them?
Chris: Well, its not like I ever really look at my underwear.
Angie: Listen. Your underwear had holes in the ass of them. Actual holes. If the hole is big enough that you can have an anal exam without removing your underwear, then I throw them away.
And there's the story of Chris's underwear that I was given permission to tell about on the blog.
Hi. My name is Angie and I have a problem with throwing away my husband's underwear.