Under...WHERE???

So, many of my friends may find this post a little odd simply because, well, they know and some things just won't add up to them. I won't go into details why because that might be a little too much information for people. But anyway, on with my story!

After what some would call...overindulging in adult beverages while watching basketball and playing "Cards Against Humanity" on Saturday night, I was a sleep dog on Sunday morning. With a slight headache, and a tummy full of McDonalds, I took to the couch to take a little nap while College basketball played in the background. My mom left town so it was up to the rest of us to decide what to do for dinner. We grilled on Saturday night and no one was really in the mood to cook so we decided on the lovely Mexican joint down the street. It is awesome by the. By making this decision, that meant I had to get up, take a shower and change out of my XXXL sweats. Why I buy sweats that big is beyond me, but what can you do. I didn't feel like digging around for a clean pair of jeans, I wore the same pair of jeans I wore on Friday...and Saturday for that matter, which I feel like is fairly common on the weekends. We left for dinner around 6:30, I got out of the shower and was dressed by about 5:45.

We had a very nice dinner with quite a few margaritas and a marga-rona. Notice my smaller margarita behind the much larger one! As we got home, of course we decided to have a few more beers and watch some Archer. I was sitting on the couch wondering why my jeans didn't feel right. I couldn't pin point it but something was off. My parents keep blankets on their couch to keep them covered from the animals so I just assumed it was a the blanket bunched up. I flattened out the blanket and didn't help. I stood up and looked around and was still perplexed as to why it felt like there was something behind my knee. Then, all of the sudden, it dawned on me....rolled up my jean leg and stuck my hand behind my knee and what did I find....my underwear from the day before!!! They were all balled up and right behind my knee. Seriously, how in the WORLD does that happen??? How did I manage to sit down for an hour before dinner, all through dinner and never notice that is what was in my pant leg?? THANK GOODNESS it didn't fall out while we were at the Mexican place...how embarassing would that be??? I have a habit of putting my underwear in mysterious places. If you ever come across my friend Jill, you should ask her where she found a pair of my undies. And, if I remember correctly, I loaned a pair of jeans that were washed and dried to a roommate in college and a couple hours later, while we were out, she found a pair of undies in my pocket!!! If you take nothing from this post, ALWAYS check the pockets of clothes that you borrow from me!!! You never now what you might find:)

Until Next time,

Eat, Drink and be Mary