I have admitted to owning over fifty pair of panties before. Today, this is no longer the case. I have less than a two-week supply of very sensible underwear, if you know what I mean. Sensible, plain, and white.
Except that it's not white anymore.
Today, being Saturday, I felt inspired to do laundry so that tomorrow I can wear clean underwear. I put almost every white article of clothing I own into the washing machine.
Shortly after, I went downstairs to move my laundry from the washing machine to the dryer. I opened the dryer and to my surprise, discovered a load of very pink clothing. This was baffling, since I was certain that I hadn't put my lucky red cap in with the load.
I pulled pair after pair of pink underwear and pink undershirts out of the washer. I pulled out my formerly white bath robe, now somewhat more feminine. I pulled out a formerly white shirt that belongs to El Senor. I pulled out my very pink sports bra.
And all the while, I was looking for the offending item. There was none. So I knew that the offenders were actually the couple in the other apartment of this house. When I asked them about it, they admitted that yes, they had been using our washing machine to dye clothing.
Many thanks to them to the several pink additions to my wardrobe. I feel pretty... oh so pretty!