My Underwear Drawer

Ring, ring...my work phone rings

Me to Mom: "Hello?"
Mom to Me: "It's me, Mom."
Me to Mom: "What's up?"
Mom to Me: "I know you've been stressed out lately so I tried helping you out today."
Me to Mom: "What did you do?"
Mom to Me: "I organized your underwear drawer."
Me to Mom: (Silence)
Mom to Me: "Hello?"
Me to Mom: "You were in my underwear drawer?" (thinking if I had "special" underwear for "special" occasions; fortunately/unfortunately I didn't have any.)
Mom to Me: (Silence)
Me to Mom: "Um, so you organized my underwear?"
Mom to Me: "Did I do a bad thing?"
Me to Mom: "Um, no, it's okay. I think."
Mom to Me: "I'm sorry I was trying to help!"
Me to Mom: "How exactly did you organize it? I didn't know it needed to be organized."
Mom to me: "You know, by color..."
Me to Mom: "But you were in my UNDERWEAR drawer!"

She called later and apologized again. I know she didn't mean any harm but she hasn't touched the drawer since...