The Case of the Missing Lingerie
Aug. 11th, 2006 02:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sadlikeknivesTomorrow, I leave at nine AM and drive for approximately seven hours to the beach house my cousins have rented in Florida, having finally wrangled directions to the place out of them. I have no guarantee of a bed when I get there, but that's fine, I've slept on couches and floors before. I would rather not sleep on a couch or floor for the whole week, but one takes what one can get.
There is, however, a problem. A rather large one. See, I'm trying to pack up, and this is being hampered by the fact that for reasons unknown, most of my bras are missing. In fact, I can only find three of them, and they're hot pink, blue, and green, which means they do not exactly go with most of my wardrobe. And as a 36DD, going without a bra ever is absolutely out of the question. I have searched every drawer in my room. I have searched my mother's drawers. I have searched the laundry room. There is still no sign of my missing underwear.
I have no idea why anyone would want to make off with all of my white and neutral-colored bras. Perhaps there was some terrible disaster I don't know about, and someone donated them all to the cause of clothing other big-busted women without my knowledge. Perhaps my dad shredded them all in the washer and he really doesn't want to tell me. Perhaps we were invaded by stealthy, slightly confused zombies who thought they were supposed to crave bras instead of brains. I don't know. I just want them back or I am going to be extremely annoyed.
Where's Nancy Drew when you need her?
There is, however, a problem. A rather large one. See, I'm trying to pack up, and this is being hampered by the fact that for reasons unknown, most of my bras are missing. In fact, I can only find three of them, and they're hot pink, blue, and green, which means they do not exactly go with most of my wardrobe. And as a 36DD, going without a bra ever is absolutely out of the question. I have searched every drawer in my room. I have searched my mother's drawers. I have searched the laundry room. There is still no sign of my missing underwear.
I have no idea why anyone would want to make off with all of my white and neutral-colored bras. Perhaps there was some terrible disaster I don't know about, and someone donated them all to the cause of clothing other big-busted women without my knowledge. Perhaps my dad shredded them all in the washer and he really doesn't want to tell me. Perhaps we were invaded by stealthy, slightly confused zombies who thought they were supposed to crave bras instead of brains. I don't know. I just want them back or I am going to be extremely annoyed.
Where's Nancy Drew when you need her?
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Date: 2006-08-12 04:46 am (UTC)