Folding laundry the other day, I noticed a hole in the butt/crotch area of Todd's black pants. I can't say the thought ever occurred to me to sew it, but I did, as a courtesy, refrain from hanging them up in his closet. I left them folded on the hope chest at the foot of our bed, and thought, "I should tell Todd about that," after which I promptly forgot.
Until last night.
HT comes in the door at 11:30PM, reaches down between his legs and says,
"Look at this!"
At first I felt all a twitter. After all, that's not really his style. Perhaps he's trying something new. A lusty re-entry home after a hard evening at the pharmacy?
But alas, he was pointing out the hole, now huge. He'd failed to notice it until the car ride home from work. His co-workers hadn't mentioned it, but God only knows how long his giblets were hanging out.
Boxers or briefs? No mystery with this guy anymore.