Today started off rather poorly - it was an early morning and I dreamt like crazy which always leads me to feel like I didn't sleep at all. So I got up and was kind of cranky and tired while I got ready. I was running late as it was, and I couldn't stop focusing on how tired I was and how I was going to look back on this period of time in my life and all I'll be able to remember is how tired I was all the time blah blah blah *insert boring melodrama here*. So I left the house in a supremely cranky mood, and as I walked down the street, I was just sure this was the start of a bad day.
I'm walking down 9th Street on my way to work and before you hit the main drag that runs north/south through the middle of town, there are lots of very nice houses before hitting a stretch of rental properties occupied by and large by Iowa State students. And in the immaculately kept lawn of one of these very nice houses was a large pair of men's white cotton briefs. Underwear. On the lawn.
I took this as a sign from the universe - as if it were daring me to have a bad day and saying, as we frequently do to Anna when she's cranky, "don't laugh or anything" which inevitably leads to peals of laughter. I wish I had had a camera phone or something, because now, looking back on it, I almost don't believe it happened. But I swear that it did!
The underwear was gone by the time I walked home at 3:30 today. And my day had been so much the better for that pair of lost underwear, whose story I really wish I knew.