Underpants Gnomes are the little guys who sneak into your bedroom at night at steal all of your underpants.
I always knew that Brian and I had an underpants gnome living with us. I just never thought I would *see* it in action.
The scene:
My shoebox bathroom. I am seated on the toilet facing the door, shower is on and warming up. My clean clothes selected for that particular day are folded neatly on the floor in front of the bathroom door at my feet (it's a SMALL bathroom) and my underpants are placed on top of the stack of neatly folded clothes.
I am reading Renaissance magazine and I hear a scuffly noise at the base of the door, right in front of my feet, where my clothes are folded, waiting to be worn.
I'm positive it's the ceiling creature, (remember the fat tongue "leelly big cleeture in tha theelink!")?
Before I even look, I roll up my magazine and am ready to beat the living turds out of whatever is preparing to gnaw my feet off.
In one quick motion, I lift my feet, balance my butt precariously on the bowl, and prepare for the swat-fest of a lifetime. This is what I saw:
Needless to say, I was pretty relieved that it WAS NOT the ceiling critter, but instead, my very own underpants gnome! Now, I have my own suspicions as to who has been stealing my underpants. (Yes, I wear granny undies. You caught me.) See if you can help me solve the mystery:
Who is the underpants gnome?
Peace, 'til next