Apparently I've been washing too much laundry.
Or too little laundry?
Any way you look at it, I haven't been to the bottom of the laundry pile in quite a while.
I was folding some, straight out of the nice, warm, toasty dryer when I picked up a pair of little pink underpants. I shook them out, laid them on top of the chix' pile, and thought,
"Wow, how on earth does Yell get those on her little fanny?"
I picked them up again and thought,
"Geez, these suckers wouldn't even fit on my leg!"
And then I opened the waistband.
Nope, these wouldn't fit on my leg, nor would they fit on Yell's fanny. Apparently I should investigate the bottom of the laundry pile a little more frequently.
The little pink panties belong to my niece.
Who was last at my house on December 26. Doh!
::banging my head on my washer::