So, I was standing in my bath towel, going through my backpack, looking for something decent to wear. I had come to terms with the fact that, after over a week with no laundry facilities, my choices for underwear were
A. bikini bottoms
B. NO underwear
and I was okay with that, I had decided on option B
and then...
YES!!
yes yes yes yes
yeeeeeeeeeeess
(she says, out loud, with her hand triumphantly raised in the air clinging onto some neatly folded, freshly laundered underwear she discovered hiding at the bottom of her bag)
yeeeeeeees *fist pump
I even did a little dance. And when I say "little dance", I mean I turned the volume up on the TV and wildly flung myself around the room to the French music channel for about 5 minutes.
I collapsed on the bed feeling SO happy with life. Sheesh, who knew a pair of panties could make someone THAT happy (slightly odd, but kind of cool)
