It’s usually a seasonal thing, but this time it couldn’t wait for a season.
The long overdue “underwear and socks cull” took place.
It was a ragtag bunch that ended up on the wrong side of the garbage bag this time.
It usually is for some reason.
I’m not sure what triggered the need to spend 5 minutes separating the good from the bad and ugly with quick irreversible decisions over something so mundane but necessary.
I feel better for it somehow though: not as good as “new shoes day“, but a lot better than “bad haircut day“.
I feel so good about this, I might start throwing out my underwear and socks everyday!!
note: sorry for showing my underwear (I’m just covering my ass here).
double note: sorry there is no link for “bad haircut day“; I’m looking forward to one so I can blog about it.
triple note: Is there a club for seal clubbers? and do they have their own seal? I bet their secret handshake is pretty lethal too!
quadruple note: Why don’t sealers just bomb the seals like men!
quintuple note: planetross doesn’t have an opinion on clubbing seals: I’ve never done it, nor know if seal meat tastes good. But clubbing underwear is probably okay, but not so tasty.