“There’s more where that came from inside that bag. You can’t be heading off to LA with granny panties in your suitcase or, God forbid, on your actual body.” “I don’t wear Granny panties,” I scoffed. “Oh yeah?” She walked over to my suitcase, pulling out a modest pair of full-coverage underwear. “What do you call this little number that you picked up from Costco?” “Don’t you dare take Costco’s name in vain.” I laughed, snatching the underwear from her hand. “Costco is where you buy toilet paper in bulk, not sexy underwear.”
