A couple of weeks ago I wrote about the struggle I was having with getting rid of undies that I no longer wear. I had gotten as far as sorting out the ones I wanted to keep and those I needed to toss. That was it. I just couldn’t do it.
Fast forward to tonight and I’ve actually made some progress. I managed to get rid of about 50 pairs. Gave them to two fellow underwear lovers who are a little but younger than I am (damn millennials) and don’t have as much disposable income to buy all the underwear they’d like. I consider it a charitable donation. Too bad I can’t right that off on my taxes.
This purging of my collection gave me the chance to take an inventory of what I have. I thought the amount that I got rid would make a sizable dent and free up googobs of drawer space; I seem to be wrong. Today’s underwear count is as follows: 39 thongs, 40 jocks, 45 bikinis, 53 briefs. 177 pairs of underwear.
Add in the days where I go commando and I could go over 6 months without wearing the same pair. That’s just cray-cray. No one needs that much underwear. But I guarantee you that in the not too distant future I will get the itch and find something new to buy. Damn underwear sales. They get me every time. Besides, can you really have too much underwear?