For the second night in a row, I have been hanging with friends, laughing, enjoying life and being single. And for the second night in a row I have come home to a quiet house and wonder, "Did my bitchy little rat dog put herself to sleep?" SHO NUFF! That dirty bitch got jiggy with my underwear/control top undergarments and passed out in a "post-coital" position on my bed next to the chewed up vicims. The creepy part is that I don't even know where she finds these underwear because I am not leaving them out. Its like she has radar..."Ooh- mom's happy and out and about. Let's dip into my secret stash of old laundry I hide under her bed. Then, I am going to make love to her dirty underwear for a while and pass out blissfully in her bed."