The Underwear that Ate Cleveland.

During the Christmas season, we let the laundry go to hell, and so, there were literally huge mountains of dirty clothes piled up in one of our closets. Which meant that, yesterday was laundry day with a big L.

Every sock, every shirt, every towel, every facecloth, every doily, every handkerchief, Corb's lederhosen and his codpiece...all of them were put through the rinse cycle, whether they needed it or not. And, since Corb was working yesterday afternoon, I took it upon myself to fold every piece of laundry that we own in the house.

And what, I hear you ask, did this exercise in domesticity reveal to me? What insights did I receive, as I sat there, cross legged in my shorts, morosely watching episodes of Gilmore Girls and Angel ?

I'm glad you asked! Just something that I've often suspected, but never had the means to prove: Corb is the only person I know who owns more underwear than shirts.

Don't believe me? Just take a look at this:
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