I think I must be magic.
Every time, not sometimes, but every time I look through my undershirt drawer I can only find the kind I am not looking for.
For instance yesterday, I wasn’t going anywhere so I decided an old tee-shirt that is kind of frazzled around the neck would be good… I try to get our money’s worth out of everything. I finally found one of the kind I wanted, but it took some digging through new tee-shirts.
Now, this morning, I am taking Anna to the hospital for out patient surgery and thought it would be nice to wear a decent new undershirt. For a while I couldn’t find any but some that lost their whiteness and/or were raggedy.
What is it? You may ask. The answer is simple: I have powers that far exceed normal men.