i found a feather in my undies today.
i was in the ladies' room, which is where i occasionally go just to sit and escape more than perform any bodily function. i have an office, but people talk to me in there. the bathroom provides 5 minutes of uninterrupted solitude.
so i was sitting peacefully, staring at my lap, like you do, because there is nothing else to stare at. just as i was lapsing into daydream, i found a small, fluffy, brown and white feather. it was an unexpected sight. confusing, to say the least.
i have a few hypotheses about how it got there:
1. a chicken borrowed my underwear. this seems unlikely. i just don't feel close enough to any poultry to lend them my intimate apparel.
2. my st. patrick's day weekend was more exciting that i remember. granted, there are small windows of time that are, as yet, unaccounted for, but i'm trully hoping that if this possible scenario took place, it involved a man in a chicken suit, as opposed to the real thing.
or maybe big bird. i'm not saying he would be ideal, but at least he would be more explainable.
3. i am growing feathers in odd and inexplicable places. again, i can't see how this could be true, but i also can't see how a father made it into my undies to begin with.
if you have any other, more plausible theories, please share.