For the love of G.U.D.

Sunny Weather! Always makes me feel more together. I've used the wrong shower gel this morning and consequently I smell like a girl. I smell quite nice though, so might do it more often. Here's one of the reasons why I think my brother is so awesome: Last week, on a day filled with costume changes, I had a pant drout. Of all the times when containment was of paramount importance I found no fully secured briefs of my own. I thought it best to err on the side of caution and borrow some of young Michael's Tommy Hilfiger double-fold-cover boxer shorts, the type that even Steve McQueen would have trouble escaping from. A day later he confronted me. Apparently I ruined his whole morning, and spoilt his Good Underpant Day! Yes, my brother, sharer of my genes, has a Good Underpant Day- a once weekly event where he dons his favourite nether garments and enjoys the snug fit and elasticated waistband. It's such a good idea I have decided to inaugurate this and all future Tuesdays as my day of Good Pantage.