I’m pretty lucky that I’ve enjoyed going to work everyday throughout my career. Not many can say that and many more would love to be in my shoes.
The work days sure pile up. One day you’re running your first order into the soybean pit and the next day you’re the second oldest guy in the office.
Today is National Underwear Day. This day is always celebrated in early August. I can never take part because I’m a commando guy from Mother’s Day until Columbus Day.
Sometime around the new millennium my girlfriend at the time came over on a Thursday night. I made a lush dinner and we chilled to “Ally McBeal.” Not my pick… I was trying to get laid.
Thursday night was also laundry night. So I’m folding clothes while I entertain.
I was an old school boxer guy in this era. I didn’t find the comfort of boxer briefs until a few years later.
So I’m folding my boxers. I probably had a dozen or so. Plaid, stripes, polka dots, more plaid, leopards, and a couple solid colors.
The girlfriend is sitting on the other end of the couch. She asks me, “Why do you have so many pillow cases?”
I should have known then that this was a red flag… don’t marry this girl!
Anyway… put on some clean underwear and enjoy your Friday!
Dog days of Summer… first weekend of August and another blast from Mother Nature’s furnace!
Be like Jumbo… GoldBond up and let the team dangle.
