I found them today. Zipped in my right coat pocket.
Wadded in a clean bunch…the same way I always find them. And with the same reaction…a private smirk.
A pair of my six year old nephew’s left-behind, blue and gray underwear. The pair I mistook for my husband’s last year and placed in his drawer. The pair that then ended up in my drawer. Until I returned them to my husband’s drawer. Only to pull them out again in mine.
At which time the blue-gray skivvies see-sawed between his lump of underwear and mine for half the year until I frumped my pillow some two months ago and extracted the miniature briefs from inside my pillow case.
A good one.
Which was when I made my move and slipped them into the sleeve of his gray sweatshirt. And waited. And forgot about them.
Until two weeks later when I found them crammed in the pocket of my jeans.
I smiled and folded them to the size of a pack of crackers and stuffed them into one of my husband’s brown dress shoes like a holiday turkey.
Days passed and the underwear went undisturbed.
But then calm as a cat, my husband wore those shoes.
And I sensed one thing…
The underwear were coming.
And, uh…that’s right…