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ring, ring
her on cell phone: hi
me at work: hey, what's going on?
her: i just spent a hundred dollars on underwear.
me: huh? what?
her: gotta go.
click.
i am left with many questions.
why did that warrant a phone call? has the price of underwear gone through the roof? was it one really hot pair from victoria's secret or 30 pairs of grannie grundies from wal-mart? is she planning to resell them on e-bay as worn and slightly soiled? are they for my son and i when we play intergalactic butt heads and run around wearing underwear helmets? are these replacement skivies for those marred by skid marks? edible? glow in the dark? crotchless?
ahhhhh, i still remember, years ago, early on in our relationship when her panties matched her bras.