i see london...

Yep, I'm blogging about underwear. Such a necessity, and so under rated. 

Last week I bought a few new undies that were desperately needed. Part of the 5/$25 at VS. Love those. I have an obsession with ones that say things across the toosh. I have no idea why. 

But since then...weird things have been happening. I pretty much have a story for every new pair I wear. So why don't I blog about it? Each time I wear a new pair, I'm going to talk about it. Mostly because I love underwear and the safety and security it brings, but because funny and weird things seem to be happening to me lately. Maybe it's part of being 24, single, and a nurse, that crap happens? Speaking of underwear... get it?

So the first pair!

Cute, but nothing crazy. I dub these my "Save the World" panties. Why?Here goes.

10:00 am: I'm sleeping after working until 3 a.m. Someone is ringing my doorbell incessantly. Three minutes later, still ringing. I throw on my glasses and squint through the peephole. I have no idea who it is. Open it. Wrong door. Seriously?

12:30: Some dude is knocking on my neighbor's door. Loud. Incessantly. I put on my best "I will kick the crap out of you" face, open it, stare at the man, and close the door.

Mind you, my neighbors are little partiers. Mariachi music all hours of the night, people coming in and out all the time. I just haven't complained about it.

1:00 pm: Someone else knocking loudly on my neighbor's door. Yelling some name. After a minute I open it up. It's a blonde lady, a speech therapist saying she's coming to visit the little girl who's delayed. She says she's worried the pregnant mother isn't safe, because she can hear her voice but no one is coming to the door. I tell her something is up with all this ruckus.

1:30 pm: Speech therapist lady and I go to the apartment office and talk with a manager. We call the police to have him go to my neighbor's house. They go, the Mom is fine. (Apparently.) All the yelling was about the teenage brother being "sick" and worried he is on drugs. Speech therapist lady speaks with the family, and they call the cops back so they can do a wellness checkup on the son. Saved the day? Probably not. But hopefully the son will get some help.

This is not nearly as exciting in type. I'm just glad I'm moving on Friday. And going to Hawaii in a month...I'm going to need a lot of new undies for that trip.