Today I’m performing a panty purge. A pile of 27 panties for your perusal, plucked from the pleasantly perfumed place reserved for some pretty, but mostly plain, underpants. Perhaps I should keep the pink pairs? Nope. They won’t stay put on my patootie.
Bon voyage, my pretties. Rest in peace.
Speaking of peace, practice it, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 