This could get ugly

The man of the house is leaving town in the morning for work and will be gone a week. (Yay for him!! We all know, out of town for "work" means v a c a t i o n. I'm happy he gets a break from the norm. And a chance to miss his ((beloved)) bride and ((darling)) munchkins. I have a plan to indulge in ridiculous numbers of ridiculous chick flicks at night to soothe my lonely aching heart. Sniff sniff. ☺
But, I have just discovered (after frantically searching my underwear drawer for some hidden fruity chewy delight - yes, that's where I keep them. Safe! Because NO ONE wants to look at mommy's undergarments. Ewwww. Speaking of trauma inducing experiences....) that I am all out of these:

Oh NO. *Panic* BEEP BEEP BEEP {insert annoying alarm sounds, bright flashing lights, loud theatrical screaming}I seriously doubt my ability to solo parent without them. Especially considering the fact that noticeably absent in the house are also these:

And these:

Along with these:

And these:

I've officially declared this a state of emergency in Deutschland. My underwear simply can not live alone. They've grown dependent on their *drawer* mates. The trek from our way out in the country (where even the women are packin pistols - and trained in their usage - and willing to shoot - just in case the BM is reading) abode to the store on a crowded Saturday afternoon is in order. Some addictions must be fed. Sanity is at stake. And that is no laughing matter.