Connect the Dots

I have a pair of underwear that I don't like very much. Once upon a time, I thought it -- with its coral polka dots on a yellow ground -- was cheery. But as it turns out, this pair doesn't quite fit right, causing unaesthetic bulges where I wish there were none. Not good. Just not good at all. And the other thing about this thong is that I always seem to put it on incorrectly. Like an equilateral triangle, i stick my legs in the wrong slots, finally noticing that the cotton crotch is on my right hip. I wear this pair occasionally on nothing special days when I don't want to "waste" any others.

I also have a day of the week that I don't like very much -- Sunday. The morning time is totally fine, I enjoy the paper, CBS Sunday Morning, and countless cups of coffee. But as the day wears on, especially in the afternoon, I start to grow weary and agitated. Sunday is the day people end their vacations, get ready to go back to work, and decide to get married because all the good Saturdays are taken.

On this particular Sunday, I chose that particular thong. One would think that my underwear choice would have leaned toward a pair that I really liked -- for example, my g-string with the skull and cross bones motif, -- to act as a kind of buffer to the day. But I simply didn't choose well.

Now it is night time. I am feeling calmer. Reflecting back on the course of the day, I am committed to improving my attitude toward Sunday. Because in the big picture, ya know, I hope to have many more Sundays. My polka dotted thong, however -- no more!