I have discovered the ideal role of old, holey underwear and amazingly it ties back to something that I have known since I was a little girl.

The back story begins with one of my favorite pairs of underwear that has seen better days.  The black lace at the top is now holey and separating from the fabric below.  The fabric has gotten thinner and small holes are showing up in the fabric.  They look like they are but one deep knee bend from becoming a bandana instead of underwear.

It isn’t like I am without other more aesthetically appealing underwear…I just like these tired old drawers and I have not been able to bear throwing them out.  Plus, no one ever sees me in these underwear.  They aren’t the kind of underwear you would ever wear when you knew someone would see your underwear…which brings me to my discovery.

On Wednesday I wore my old, holey underwear under my jeans as I knew my day would be a day filled with errands and sans any big events.  A strange phenomenon occurred as I travelled about town in my old, holey underwear…I utilized higher level risk management skills.  I was more alert in everything from walking to driving.  I became a veritable ninja at risk avoidance.

Now, you may wonder what my ninja status had to do with my underwear.  Well…remember what your mother told you when you were a kid about always wearing clean underwear just in case you got in an accident…I pretty much figured the same held true for old, holey underwear.  The last thing I want to be caught in – dead or alive – are my old, holey underwear.  So I actually became a better risk manager based on the sorry state of my underwear.  Is that wild, or what?

And yes, I finally let those poor old underwear go…the benefit of enhancing my risk avoidance skills cannot outweigh the possible cost of anyone see me in them.  I mean really, what would people think if they knew I actually wore such things out in public?  Ooooops, I think that cat is out of the bag. 😉

Day two hundred and seventy-one of the new forty – obla di obla da

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