Tuesday, March 17, 2009
How and when is what I want to know. Since I am the only one in my life with panty purchasing power for myself, I know I am to blame, but I can't seem to put my finger on exactly when or even why I decided to buy Granny Panties.
I certainly didn't do it on purpose. I would never. But I tell you, the granny style has overrun my underwear drawer, with only a few smaller versions remaining from what must have been a previous panty life.
I will remedy this panty problem as soon as I can cruise to the store to buy cuter pairs. Except, guess what? I think my granny panties are quite comfy and have no real problem with them, but for their seemingly ginormous size. I should be wearing smaller panties, right? I mean, I'm not even 40 yet, let alone 70.
Besides, wasn't I just last week spouting off about coveting sexy socks, yet all along hiding granny panties in my antique bureau? What's that about?
I never, ever imagined I would have these perplexing panty problems. Oh, how I long for a simpler panty period in my life...