So I was fighting ogres the other day with my Hammer of Infinite Truth & Other Good Stuff (that's the whole name of the hammer, I kid you not.) And then, out of no where, Johnny Cash in a Barney suit screams "Everything you know is wrong!" and shoots me in the foot with a candy cane. Well, while I'm licking the peppermint goodness of the wound, I thought to myself, I wonder if the panties that I'm wearing belonged to the girl in the Hot Dog hut (you know, the one with One leg and ten toes) or if I just stole them from Target.
That's when it dawned on me. I forgot to take the cat out of the dryer and even worse, I only use 1 sheet of fabric softener instead of 3. My bi-polar aunt was sooo pissed/happy.