Relative Something

Not everything about our life here in paradise is pretty. Last night we sat down and worked on some of the nitty gritty details of payments-made and payments-due related to all our projects underway. A dirty kitchen seemed like the perfect place for such an unpleasant reality.

I am feeling mopey, because my life has been taken over by the demands of a new puppy who seems to have constant needs, and because I tried to replace my all-time favorite boxer briefs underwear, shopping online, only to find out they are nothing like the original (even though the description includes the word, “original”).

I am so attached to the old style that I tried searching the internet for the possibility of a long-lost pair still lingering on a shelf somewhere. The results where humorous.

I started searching the two most prominent groups of digits that look like model numbers. What I found for search results was a number of poor souls engaged in the same search as me. From my informal survey of the forum discussions that turned up in my results, I see that I am far from the only one who became frustrated by the undesired changes that exist in the design of the current offerings under the description of “original.”

I also discovered that those prominent groups of digits are not the right numbers. Further inspection revealed the location of the number I am supposed to use for searching the old style I seek. Too bad it doesn’t do me a bit of good. I got exactly zero hits on that number in a search query. Not one. Not even a bad result! Doesn’t that seem kind of strange?

I’m back to wearing the old pairs, and that is not a pretty sight.