Crossed wires

This morning I managed to get my shower in before work (for a visual, think Tom Selleck; I look nothing like him, but you'll still be able to eat after visualizing; you're welcome). This is a good thing, because if I don't get one in before work, it usually has to wait until after work (lunchtime hygenic endeavors don't often pan out), and that's just a long time. By that point, I'm starting to look, smell, and feel like some sysadmins I have known.

Anyway, me=clean=good thing.

When I was done, I got out and began to rummage through the stack of clothes I had prepared (again, just visualize Brad Pitt or something; it's easier on the imagination). When I got to the layer where the unmentionables were supposed to be, there were no unmentionables.

There was a diaper.

In my defense, I usually get Sam's clothes each morning. And I was up late last night. And . . . well, it was funny then.

P.S.
This could have been worse. The other day while walking, I had a great post about Economics written in my head, including examples from World of Warcraft and Ben Cohen. But then I forgot it. You're welcome.

P.P.S.
Not that this fits in anywhere, but one of the birds near our house has learned our phone ringtone. It's very distracting.