Getting ready for bed, Sarah sometimes makes fun of the fact that my underwear often matches my t-shirt. "Look who matches again."

It's not on purpose, at least I don't think so. Most mornings I get ready in a thoughtless haze. The last thing I'd worry about is matching my underwear. It could be subconscious, but, really isn't it more likely just a coincidence?

Tonight I realized that my undergarments not only match each other, they match my bedtime book as well.

Good grief.