The highlight of the weekend for me was a quick trip to Hellmart. Now, some people have sock monsters in their dryer… not in my house. Nope. We have an undie-eater. I’m not kidding. I have to buy underwear about four times a year… not because what I have is worn out but just plain missing. Yes, missing. It’s really ok because for some reason I really do like new underwear. It’s something so simple that just makes me feel happy. I know it’s odd. Actually, I’ve asked a few people about this and they were in complete agreement. So, maybe I’m not the only odd ball out there. There’s hope afterall.