An Obsession of Sorts

I have this little habit of buying underwear.
Not such a big deal right? Everyone needs underwear - well those of us that actually wear it that is.
However, ahem, my love of undies has turned into somewhat of an obsession in that I can't seem to stop buying them.
Each time I walk into a store that sells clothes I am bombarded with racks and bins of cute pairs - I can't help it!
I always seem to buy the same style, low-rise boy cut because they're the most comfy. Some are kind of plain, one or two colours with a little flower on the hip or something. Some are very descriptive of me - I have a pair with a description of a Gemini and another with a description of why everyone loves an Irish girl. Some are cute, come are sexy, but all are very colourful - I think I only have one pair that is actually white. Every store has something new and different, it's so hard to resist.
Is it stupid to feel sexier wearing certain kinds of undies? Even though no one else really sees them except for the husband? I guess it's because I know what's going on under my dress pants or ripped jeans or even sweats - so even if I'm dressed like a scrub I can still feel like a girly girl I guess.
In light of this post I decided to do a quick count of the pairs in my underwear drawer...it was a little on the high side...I mean who needs that many pairs of underwear? I guess someone that only does their laundry a couple times a year...uh, Husband, don't be mad - you know that half the ones I buy are because I know you'll appreciate them...okay - the number of pairs of underwear in my drawer is...78.
And that's not including the ones in the laundry.
Maybe I should be going to counselling or something.
Do counselling classes really exist for people that can't quit buying cute underwear?
I'll have to look into it.