This just in: I cannot find any of my socks or underpants, dirty or clean. Well, they’d mostly be dirty because I remember using all of the clean ones. I’m not one of those people who squirrels away his dirty socks and underpants in filing cabinets or under the eaves or what have you. I mean, I take them off and drop them on the floor just like everyone else. Then, eventually, I wash them and drop them on the floor. Except today when I went to wash them, they were all gone. This might be more explicable if I had been in a locker room lately, but I’ve been home alone: husbandless, Goblinless, and now underpantsless.
The mental image I have conjured of you underpantsless has made for quite a lovely evening....although now that I've just typed that out it seems rather creepy on my part, so lets just pretend I never said anything.
BTW, I was eating dinner at an Applebees in Nashville last evening when two very attractive guys were seated in booth directly in front of me. The better looking of the two, could have been your identical twin. He looked so much like the last photo you posted that I had to do a triple take to make sure it wasn't you. My partner Dave also reads your blog (But not religiously as I do) and he was sure it was you. But, then I figured it could not have been. The cutie at the booth in front of me was at least 27 and I am pretty sure you are closer to 25.
Jeffrey: My identical twin seems to have been popping up a great deal lately. Although he can't help but be young and stunning (hence the identicalness), he seems to be bent on besmirching my reputation in every other manner. I mean, really... APPLEBEES in NASHVILLE?!?!?! How could you even imagine it was me? Then again, from your message, you seem to have incredibly good taste, and YOU were there, so I'm sure it was fine. Ha ha. (Yes, not only am I under 25, I am an elitist snob, as well!) As for your lovely evening, that will be just between you and me.
