The night before I discovered the remains of my socks, as we were getting ready to go to bed, my husband exclaimed, "Geez, I felt like I was wearing a g-string today! I couldn't figure it out."
He holds up his boxer shorts to see that yes, he was wearing a g-string. Well, sort of. One of the dogs (or maybe a combination of both) had chewed the crotch out of his underwear so that there was one continuous string down the middle and a large "vent" to either side.
How Jamey managed to get those on in his morning groggy state I'll never know.
The fact that he wore them all day and never noticed...another peculiarity.
As this discussion was going on, where were the dogs? Lying on the bed, watching the scene. Looking as innocent as pie.
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