On Monday morning when I opened the panty drawer, I immediately noticed that a half-dozen or so pairs of my favorite britches were not only folded neatly, but stacked in perfect rainbow-color order. Now, the folding I remember clearly. No problem. The rainbow order bit, though...that's incontrovertible evidence that my rogue subconscious was hard at work in the laundry room.
I pondered this for a moment, searching for possible deep-seated motives and/or reasons that this may have happened. What I came up with was that at some primal level, I am either:
A) an artist
B) a naturalist, or
C) a huge queer.
I haven't yet reached any definitive or forgone conclusions as to which of these apply. I went with it on Monday, though, and picked the red ones. Today's Thursday. We're up to G. Sweet.