beware of giant panties!

beware of giant panties could be just one chapter of life in the brain fog lane.

all i remember is shopping for items including some new panties.  i like the ones made of microfiber because they do not move about, cause any odd discomfort from shifting fabric.  so there i am in my little electric cart surveying the choices.....and i feel excited because they have new colors.  oooooh pretty!  so i snatch the package and off i go.........dah dah dah de dah!

come home, put things away, throw new colored panties pkg on the bed......then later i open them with scissors, admire the soft pastel colors......and throw each pair into the laundry basket. 

when i remove them from the dryer i'm like what the heckkkkkk?  they are hugontious.  hugely hugontious.......uh oh, what have i done now?  they are several sizes larger than my size.  ahhhh jeez.  how did i not realize this before????

the power of brain fog is something to be respected/honored/realized and laughed about......note to self: save tears for real sadness.

i feel like Edith.....Edith Bunker from that show Archie Bunker.  Remember her?  "Ohhhhhh Archie!" as she half runs to fetch him a beer with her hands up like little paws.......

since i've opened them, laundered them i don't feel ok about returning them, it's UNDERWEAR.......i've seen bras donated at thrift stores but opened giant panties?  i feel so stupid.......doh!

 your loving brain foggy friend......how are you today?