I recently read in Barenaked500's the question "What is the thing you let yourself splurge on even though you shouldn't?" There is absolutly no hesitation to ponder the question. I know right away. Underwear. Not walmart for $5.88 stuff either. I came home from work today and stopped to check the mail. As soon as I opened the box a smile of jubilation spread on my face. My Victoria Secret order had arrived. I had splurged $100 of my tax returns on bra and panty sets. 3 black lacy sets and a single black bra. I had called on Thursday night to cancel my order hoping that perhaps they hadn't processed it yet. What is the sense of all that excessive underwear when you are suddenly single. Don't get me wrong I don't believe you need to have sexy underwear for someone. I've been buying it for a long time just for myself. And trust me before my stint with Jeremy I had been the only one seeing my underwear for a year and three months. I personally feel so much better about myself when I feel sexy. I don't get that feeling from cheap itchy polyester industrial strength bras with straps the width of duct tape and large cotton panties that come up to my armpits. But I admit I have become tres excessive in my habit. With my new purchases I have 10 black bra and panty sets, one Calvin Klein, one GapBody,one Rampage and seven Victoria Secret. That is one of my big pet peeves. My bra and panty must match! Then I have a pale blue set, a deep purple and a melon set all by Calvin Klein. Of course I have my sensible white cotton Victoria secret bras for work and matching panties. This is after cleaning out my underwear drawer earlier in the week to get rid of dingy stuff and mangled bras.(I absolutly hate when they get caught on something and the underwire gets misshaped.) I felt sick to my stomach when putting away my new stuff today. I can't even imagine how many starving children in Africa or Latin America I could feed if I gave up this habit. But it's in my blood. My first memory is from when I was three and I was obsessed with wearing my white silky slip with the lace trim. I wanted to wear it as pajamas. I even threw it over my doll crib so my cousin's could see it. I told them it was my lingerie. It kills me that I would even know what that was at that age. My mother wouldn't dare talk about such things with me she's a very strict christian who doesn't believe in that nonsense. Who knows?