This is Sam. I'm writing you with a heavy heart today because I'm in trouble. Deep doo-doo if you will. She actually YELLED at me. ME!?! Can you believe it? *Sigh*
You see, I have this little *thing*. I guess you could call it an issue and with some extreme stretch of the imagination it might possibly be labeled a problem. I just love underwear. I can't help it and I don't care what kind. This morning Mom went to put on what she refers to as her "it's-going-to-be-a-long-bad-day and I want my comfy underwear" underwear and there could have possibly been several holes in the crotch. I like to refer to them as love holes, but she didn't seem to quite feel the same. I remember just last week when I gave these undies my love, they have palm trees on the butt and the word Mi-am-i on them...I can still hear Copacabana playing in my head. Aaaah. Ummm, well she wasn't so happy with my handiwork.
After this little discovery at 6 am, she was searching for the undies that were on the clean clothes pile when disaster struck. She found my booty stuck in the far corner of my bed. I had four pairs of cottony and silky goodness just waiting for my love and she TOOK them. Took them AND yelled, can you believe it? I'm thinking of running away to a better life somewhere as soon as I figure out where that is.
Hurt and misunderstood - Samantha the Sad Hound