I don't know if it is because the trauma of seeing my granny panties is too much or if my children just aren't tall enough to reach the forbidden drawer. Either way, my underwear drawer is my own privacy oasis.
This is what I have come to. I am not too proud to snarf Reece Cups that have been taking refuge beneath my tightie whities.
Last week, I realized that my underwear drawer had a story to tell. I'm telling that story today In The Powder Room and I want to know where you stand on the "underwear timeline" theory?