I went about my business for the day- a few errands, lots of shows of tv that I had recorded, ya know the usual things.
Then I went to the loo. I looked down and gasped. I wasn't wearing my own underpants. In fact, I didn't know who's underpants I was wearing.
Now...who could have had an opportunity to leave their pants at my house....
HOLY CRAP! I was wearing my Mom's underpants.
And this was the moment I realized that my underwear is in fact equatable to granny panties, because until the moment I saw them, I had no idea they weren't my pants.
I guess it is a good thing my husband isn't looking at my pants as much as he tries to get in them.