I'm a bad bad stepmom

I'm torn between giggling and feeling kind of guilty on this one.

I was switching the laundry and came upon a pair of thong underwear. Not mine (of course), not Mr Jill's (of course), not the dog's (of course). The only soul in this house who wants to wear thong underwear is the Teenager.

But you see, some of you may remember that I am a fuddy-duddy. I am NOT ok with thong underwear. Yes, I know she's almost 17. I don't care. I just cannot accept it. I.just.can't.

So, I tossed the frickin' things.

I'm bad.