But the girls over at the WW board are finding it so funny that I thought I should share my humiliation here too.
I mentioned that Daniel and I went to the hotel restaurant for breakfast on Monday morning.
So there we were, waiting for our food, having a nice conversation. A group of beautiful blonde ladies got up from the table next to us and left. A minute later, the hostess made a quiet shriek, and we all looked over to see a pair of underwear sitting on the floor. The hostess and several waiters gathered around to look at the underwear and discuss what to do. They made comments about one of the blonde ladies having dropped the underwear and kept glancing out the door that they had just left through. Finally, the hostess hooked it onto her heel and hopped across the restaurant with the underwear, presumably to the nearest trash can. She returned and she and a waiter giggled about it for a while longer.
About halfway through this whole thing, I began to have the nagging feeling that the underwear looked familiar. Like a pair that I had tossed into the washer with the jeans that I was wearing that morning. I dont use dryer sheets anymore (got out of the habit since I dont use them with Ethan's clothes) and the underwear had stuck to the jeans until I walked enough for them to fall out, right there on the floor.
Moral of the story- check your clothes carefully! :)