You Never Know What Will Pop Out of Your Boxers

Well....what a day then. Taught morning class, let them go early. Attended a guest speaker lecture with my second class. Bored out of my mind. Met up with Jorge for lunch and some light shopping, got two VERY cool eyebrow rings from a vendor that actually had different styles in stock. Went to USF to cancel my class. Came back home. Got undressed. Picked out my clothes for the soiree tonight and realized as I scratched my neck: SHIT!! WHERE THE HELL IS MY NECKLACE!?!?!? Now ordinarily, I would not freak out quite so badly. But this specific wooden acoutrement is of great sentimnetal value to me as is the person who gave it to me. I tore my apartment and car apart cursing because I knew the neklace had a weak clasp and was prone to popping off. So I left Jorge napping on my couch and drove to downtown Tampa and scoured 3 buildings and 2 parking lots. Nothing. Went to Brandon to scour the restaurant. Nothing. Decided not to go to the mall because Jorge did not recall my wearing it there. Came back home. Scoured my car. Nothing. Scoured my apartment. Nothing. Thought ot myself: Who is it the Catholics pray to when they lose something? Saint Christopher? Hey St. Chris. Help me find it....pleeeeeeeeeeease. I go into the bathroom. Get undressed to take a shower. Remove my boxers and out falls the necklace. I am instantly relieved. I look around and realize....whoa....that was odd. But thank GOD I found it.

Does this mean I have to be Catholic now? That would be interesting. An ex-Muslim, ex-Orthodox, agnostic with atheistic tendecies who enjoys wafting across the stage. The Camel....a Catholic. Let the giggles and guffaws begin.