brain farts and granny panties

Ok, so I seriously had a senior moment the other day.  I came to GA for the weekend, as I do most weekends, and I did not fully check my suitcase before coming down here.  I have one bag that I usually bring, and I keep some essentials in it so I can just add some clothes and go when its time to hit the road again.  Well, apparently I had not replenished my supply of clean undies so I came with only the pair I had on. I stopped by Wal-Mart on Saturday morning and bought a pack of cheap cotton undies.  I usually prefer pretty lacy little things (sorry for those readers that could care less!) but figured it would be smart to get some comfy cotton briefs for a change.  I also usually purchase my unmentionables at places where they come in Small, Medium, or Large size...not usually a number size so I was not paying attention when I grabbed the pack I ended up purchasing.  I got the number size of pants I wear....which was a mostrous mistake!  I wear a 12 (and am proud to have stayed the same pant size for 10 years...even though there are days they may fit tighter than other days).  So, I grabbed a size 12 pack of cotton undies.  Yes, those of you that buy the number sized panties know my mistake without even looking at the photo!  You can imagine my surprise when I pulled these out....wow....not what I was expecting!  I immediately remembered what size I usually buy in numbered panties.  I now know my mistake, and will quickly and quietly roll these back up and return them to the store.  It is a good laugh though!