Believe it or not most of us are in one of two categories: we either define our self by how much stuff we have, consequently we have a lot of stuff; or you can’t release past, therefore piling up even more stuff. And if we’re not stuff junkie, it’s our spouse, significant other, adult child living at home, adult grandchild living at home, roommate, friend or pal. Enough is enough.

My good friend, Rae, just called and suggested having a Fourth of July cookout that supports our troops in Iraq. “How?” I asked, feeling somewhat guilty that we can drink margaritas and play lawn games with our families on Independence Day, while our troops in Iraq are risking life and limb. Always upbeat, Rae chirped, “By having everyone bring a gift that we’ll collect and send to troops. You know useful things like CDs, books, underwear…”

Underwear? Well, they were called “unmentionables” for a reason; we seem to forget to mention that we need them. It makes sense, especially since undies are made to be fun now – just look at Joe Cool Boxers or Victoria’s Secret catalogue. “Okay, we’re in”, I responded.