I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that you were in cahoots with my bra on this most foolish of days. But when I spend ten minutes hunting for you in my drawer, please understand that it does not please me to find you hiding on my body, underneath my clothes. That's a cheap trick and you should be ashamed of yourselves.
But I'll forgive you eventually because you're lacey.
Still Miffed and Holding A SeKrIt Grudge,