my underwear will tell me

today i bought something. 
something that is useful.
something i did need.
but mostly...
something to re-live my childhood.


when i was 8 i had days-of-the-week underwear.  they were tweety bird.  i was ob-sessed with tweety bird {although, to this day, i'm still unsure of tweety birds gender.... boy, yes?}

wednesday was most definitely the cutest-- purple plaid with tweety bird super-imposed.
confession: i wore this pair on days other than wednesday... because i loved it so. and also, because sunday was boring {but, since they were my panties no one knew. besides me}.
it was quite a sad day when i discovered, remorsefully, my cheeks had outgrown my beloved underwear.  i have been without underwear to dictate the days of the week {aside from wednesday being worn on other days} for over a decade.

but now.
now, once again, i have days-of-the-week underwear!
if, perchance, it slips my mind mid-day if it's monday or thursday, all i need do is look to my underwear. i already have a pair that are my favorite-- tuesday. they have little vinyl records.
plus, these underwear have some lace for pa-zaz.

grown-up days-of-the-week underwear.

it's going to be a great week.