“Now, why did you not tell me you needed new underwear and conditioner?” My friend berates me in her email. “I found out you been washing your hair with hotel shampoo and that it’s falling out. You know I would have sent you some.”
“Well, think of it, would you ask someone you never met except for online ask for those kinds of things?” Plus, I was thinking to myself, it’s embarrassing enough to admit to oneself, much less someone else, that you can’t buy those things. Sure, a plain bar of soap can keep you clean enough to not offend anyone with smell, but it won’t exactly make you feel pretty or good about yourself.
Now, I knew how she found out about the hair, but the underwear? How did she know? Oh yeah, I had made a comment on Facebook in regards to a discussion on Christmas presents how as a child I did not appreciate getting socks and underwear, but now would. That must have been it.
I wish I could say that emailing back and forth about underwear sizes and colors was the most undignified thing that’s ever happened to me, but nope, it’s not. Well, now you know why my blog is named the way it is.