Now, I actually saw Alane processing our backlog of laundry this weekend so I knew there was no reason for me to be out of mutandes this morning. But there I was, ready to shave and shower, staring into the strangely empty dresser drawer.

"Say, er, what's the chance you gave Cookie all my underwear when you sorted laundry?"

Yep, the boys are growing. Maybe I should move back up to XL just to keep distinctions keen for another few years. Or choose patterns no one could mistake for their own.

Cue up some of that New York Citizens ska: play me some Boxer Shorts!