Dude, where's my underwear?

Well this is definitely the post you've all been waiting for. As the title implies, I recently had a problem...with my underwear. Sunday is the day I typically do the family's laundry. I sort, launder, dry and fold while watching NASCAR or some other manly type sport. (Sorry to tell you I no longer pre-treat, though I know I should). Anyway, I completed the laundry that night. The next morning when getting dressed I noticed that my prodigious supply of underwear seems thinner than it should for a Monday. But I didn't think a great deal about it. However, by later that week I was starting to really run low. Given my inventory, combined with my Sunday laundry schedule, this should not be happening. Something was definitely amiss with my underwear.

I checked the dryer. Nothing there. Nor in the washer. I checked my son's supply of underwear. All far too small for me. Perplexed, I was forced to conduct an off-schedule laundry cycle for my underwear. This was most distressing.

About a week later I got my dry cleaning. When I opened it up what do you think I found? That's right, about six pair of neatly laundered and pressed men's underwear hung with care. Not since the Spring of 1987 had I enjoyed such a pleasant change of underwear.

Please file this under the category of Too Much Information!