In my defense, the conversation depicted in the comic did not actually happen. Lorie was at work, and I noticed before I headed out the door because I suddenly realized that I didn’t have any pockets available for the house key. Also, for the record, I didn’t have my shoes on yet either. Still, when one’s underwear resembles one’s shorts, it’s a mix-up that’s bound to happen from time to time.
But it turns out “undie-runs” are a thing that happens here and there around Valentine’s Day. Seattle had one, but I hadn’t heard about it until today, so don’t scrutinize those photos too closely in hopes of finding me. Will I run in it next February? Probably not. February isn’t as cold here as it was in Montana… but it’s still too chilly for me to run about in my skivvies.