Irony is the Shackles of Youth

Last night I had a dream about my grandfather's funeral.

I was dressed all in black at the funeral. The problem? My pants were too low and I was wearing bright, rainbow colored underwear. My extended family could do nothing but whisper about how I was wearing rainbow underwear to the funeral. I spent the entire dream mentally yelling at myself "PULL UP YOUR PANTS."

So now, miome has strict instructions to make sure that my underwear is not showing at the funeral. I don't care if someone notices my girlfriend checking out my butt at the funeral. I am now paranoid.

It doesn't help that our washing machine has been broken, and was finally fixed on Wednesday so I've been in the process of doing a mountain of laundry. I haven't gotten to the whites yet so I have no white underwear. I have gotten about 1/2 through the colors.

ALL MY CLEAN UNDERWEAR IS IN SHADES OF PASTEL.


Thank you to all the people who have offered condolences. I will respond when I get back from NC.