You know what I don't miss? Walking into our laundry room in my towel (I was practically naked.) to discover that one of his friends was sleeping in there. Too bad he woke up when I turned on the light.
Oh, my face. You should've seen it.
No, scratch that.
Picture a tomato. Now put that tomato on my face.
There ya go. That was me.
Tonight I overheard him and his friends talking about underwear. Then I walked into the room and found them comparing.
Yes, it was awkward.
Yes, I eavesdropped a little more.
"Hey, do you ever wonder why they call it a pair of underwear?"
"That's because there are two holes for your legs."
"But you don't call a t-shirt a pair of t-shirts."
Good call guys. Good call.
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