Let's talk underwear.

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There's no suitable image for this story. You really don't need to see my underwear or my rear end.

So not long ago, Craig went out to buy more underwear for himself. I asked him to pick me up a couple of pair while he was at it. I just wanted basic Bonds everyday sort of underwear. Bonds is the Australian equivalent of Hanes or Jockey. Nice simple cotton bikini underwear. He brought me home a two pack that was black with racing checkerboard detail. I needed a size 10 (that's about a US 6). I put them into my underwear rotation but I found they were always really uncomfortable when I put them on. I wanted to like them since Craig picked them up for me, but they were just a bit too tight and awkward. I liked the color. I liked the design. They just didn't fit.

I fretted for a bit that my rear end was rapidly escalating in size. Looking at the women in my family, it didn't surprise me. A cousin once remarked that I was destined to get "Ryan Thunder Thighs." However, it was totally disappointing to know that my rear was blooming into the size of a small elephant. I was gutted thinking that I may need to go up to 12s or maybe even 14s. Each time I put them on, I had that same pang of sadness. Had my other underwear really stretched so much that I hadn't noticed that my rear end was inflating like a balloon? At this rate, we might have lift off soon. It wasn't just sadness, I was downright bitchy on those days when I was wearing them. If you had strips of elastic cutting into your tush, you would be bitchy too.

Well today I was cleaning up and stumbled onto the original tags from the underwear. Size 10-12?! Egads! They were already bigger than I expected.

Then I looked more closely. The tag said 10-12 girls! As in 10-12 year olds. Craig had managed to pick up kids' sizes instead of women's. So many questions follow. Why was Craig shopping in the little girl's underwear department? Were people giving him dirty looks? Had someone put them in the wrong spot? And why did I continue to try to squeeze my ass into ill-fitting underwear for the last two months?

Does your spouse buy underwear for you? Do they get it right?