Underoos?

Ok, so maybe the interwebs know a little too much about my underwear...but...here goes again.

When I was in college, I worked at Victoria's Secret for a bit and..uh..I exercised my employee discount quite often.

As a result, I own LOTS of underwear. It comes in handy when you share a laundry room with your apartment building, to be able to go a LONG time without doing laundry.

However, because I have lots of underwear, each pair gets worn less often and therefore lasts longer. Which is a good thing....I guess. Except that it means that I have some OLD underwear hanging out in my drawer. But because it's still in good shape, I sorta refuse to throw it away. I mean, it still works; it has no holes, it's not falling apart.

I prioritize my undies: certain styles and colors are strategically chosen to go with certain outfits and the better pairs are in the front of the drawer; the older stuff is relegated to the back of the drawer and saved for laundry day.

But I think I might just need to overhaul the drawer and get rid of the stuff that's older than the boys I baby-sit....