...well, I could add one more place to my list. My sister's bathroom. Lovely. Usually I leave stuff at my family's houses when I leave (a razor, a washcloth, soap). Apparently I'm raising the bar and leaving decidedly more embarrassing things behind when I arrive.
And I really don't want to know who it was that picked my dirty undies up off the floor, folded them, and then placed them on the bathroom counter. Was it my 14 year old nephew? My sister's boyfriend? My sister? (Oh please, dear God, let it have been my sister.) Here's hoping I get out of the house tomorrow without having to see any of them. You know, aside from the hour long car trip with my nephew when I take him to hockey camp in the morning. *Sigh* I mortify myself.
Now imagine these are yellow and white striped with a blue picot trim, the ribbon on front is blue, and take away the eagle.
Oh and throw in a few rhinestones. Yup! That would the undies in question.
So, in case you missed the memo, I'm in New York for a few days. I intend on having tons of fun with my sisters and nephews. So much fun I won't have time to blog (well, that and I will have no access to high-speed wireless internet. Only *gasp* dial-up!).
So, have a great weekend and catch you all on Monday. Or Tuesday. Definitely Wednesday. Yeah, Wednesday.
(For the record, I hate the word panties, but underwear didn't quite fit in the title.)
6 comments:
Eww! You used the "P" word!
That doesn't seem like such a huge deal, or embarrassing issue. I wouldn't freak out if you left your UNDERWEAR laying around in my bathroom.
Don't stress over it too much! I'm sure it's a bigger deal to you than to them!
Hee hee hee
Best headline ever!
I hate the word "panties" too, but I'm glad you used it in this case because the title of this blog cracked me up.
This totally sounds like something I would do. My husband found a pair of my underwear in my old car when we were cleaning it out and was all "wtf?" I still have no recollection of how they got there. (Although I'm assuming it was from when we were moving. Hopefully.)
Ohhhh have a beeelast!!!
I haven't ever left my underwear or boxers somewhere. However, I've left like a dozen DVDs and cheap t-shirts at various homes of ex-girlfriends, since when you break up with someone or get dumped, one of the last things on my mind is, "Did I leave Killer Klowns from Outer Space at Lia's house?"
hee hee!
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