This morning I was scheduled to usher at church. This means you arrive a half hour early, turn on the elevator, turn on the lights, turn on the sound system, light the candles, and hand out the bulletins as folks arrive. Unfortunately, I stayed up late the night before, as I couldn't put my book down. I got out of bed already running late, and jumped in the shower.
Got out of the shower, frantically drying off and looking for underwear at the same time. Couldn't find any. What the heck? Then I remembered that I had done laundry the evening before and they were still in the dryer, downstairs in the cellar.
Everyone else was still asleep. I went downstairs to retrieve my clean undies from the dryer. (Did I mention I was still nekkid? How's THAT for putting a lovely picture in your head!) I reached in the dryer and discovered that everything was still wet. Apparently when I asked Darling Daughter to go downstairs the night before and put the clothes in the dryer - she didn't.
I turned on the dryer but realized I really didn't have time - I was already late for church, so I reached in and grabbed one pair and headed back upstairs to get dressed.
And that, my friends, is how I came to be sitting in church with wet underwear. It was, shall we say....memorable.