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Here's one that at least ended well...

My wife went out of town for a short week. Several days after she returned she went to do the laundry and she found some ladies underwear in the hamper. And they were most definitely not hers.

Now I've been married 30 years this coming February. I am by no mean perfect - I've got just as many (if not more) flaws than the next guy. HOWEVER, I have never cheated on my wife in any way. It might be the only thing I've ever been perfect about, but in the area of fidelity I have never slipped! And I know my wife both knows this, and doesn't particularly worry about it.

But...
But...

She called and asked me about them, and as she said "I do trust you, but how can I not make this call? What would any other woman do? What would you tell our daughters to do?" The problem was I had absolutely NO explanation as to where they had come from. None. Zero. Zip.

And then... I got pissed. Cuz I knew I had nothing to do with them. And I let her know I was pissed - which, as it turned out, was not the right thing to do.

I wondered if someone was playing a practical joke, but my brother and my jokester buddy had not been in my home in a month.

And let me repeat - I had been home alone as my wife had been gone nearly a week before she found them.

Then I wondered if someone was trying to get me in trouble. Mind you, I have no trouble finding trouble on my own, but still I went to that place in my head. I decided that was delusional.

Neither of our daughters had been home in months, so that couldn't be it.

It wasn't a joke and it wasn't someone trying to get me in trouble.

And then I thought of it!

My wife and I met our 25yo daughter in New Orleans for a family reunion a week before my wife left town. We rented an awesome 150 year old house in the Garden District. It was cool in every way but one - only one bath room. I love my daughter, but she can sometimes be a little messy and leave her clothes about. I figured I must have scooped up my clothes and some of hers after a shower one morning. And upon my return home I just my laundry bag in the hamper, none the wiser.

Wife called daughter; daughter confirmed ownership. Tragedy narrowly averted!

Phew.

If she'd have not admitted they were hers, I don't know where that would have gone....