Daily Under-Prayer

(My wife is a stay at home housewife who admits that laundry is the bane of her existence. Typically, when I run out of underwear I have to go searching the laundry baskets full of clean clothes, because she has not put them away. What’s funny is that usually every morning there is a pair of underwear she fished out of the laundry and put somewhere for me to find rather than grabbing them all out. Last night she happened to be fishing for a clean washcloth.)

Me: “While you’re doing that, can I ask for my normal allotment of one pair of underwear?”

(She finds one and hands it over to me.)

Me: “Give us this day, our daily underwear.”

Wife: *without missing a beat* “And forgive us our skid marks?”