Pardon Me While I Brag

I bet not just anyone can identify the size of a pair of tighty-whitey’s by simply PICKING THEM UP from the laundry pile. Size Four? Six? Eight? Ten? I can totally tell you guys apart.

I rock.

Now where do I go with all this talent?


  1. Anonymous says:

    you go for that throphy girl!! In our house we graduated to boxers …

  2. Anonymous says:

    Rachel, you are too funny! I had a very similar moment just the other day, except that we have 4 girls and 1 boy. But I was thinking what will I do when they are all teenagers and wearing the same size!

    P.S. Thanks for sharing all the “boy stuff” that goes on in your house. With only 1 boy, you have helped me to realize that he is normal.

  3. Suzanne Temple says:

    Hilarious. I have the same gift.

  4. Ummm…how about my house LOL!! My husband and my son…oy vey…they can’t keep their own drawers straight…

  5. Ruth Anne Adams says:

    You might have a career as “Inspector #9.”

  6. I was once a sales person in a womans clothing store. I could look at a woman and tell what size she was! Very important for customer service, of which I was always at the top!

  7. I’m the youngest of 4 girls, with 4 boys and 2 girls of my own. I copied my mom’s system: put a dot on the back of the underwear elastic. One dot for oldest, 2 dots for next, etc. The dots help with hand-me-downs. When 1 dot outgrows his undies, add a dot and they go to the next kid. Assuming there’s any life left in them.

  8. Michelle says:

    This is hilarious!! I would have never foreseen the laundry issue to be this complicated. Of course, in our house it is just my son and I, so there is never any question as to what belongs to whom. Staying organized is crucial I see. If God ever grants me a second chance and the blessing of more children, then I know where I will come for advice!!

  9. Wow, Rachel. I bow down in awe of you. I have 4 girls (3 of whom are potty trained). They range in ages 2.5 – 8, but heck if I can sort their princess-themed undies. I put them in a pile and let them sort them. I really can’t tell whose is whose (the numbers on the tags have faded – or my eyesight is getting worse than I though!!!)