If you do not like to talk or think about other people’s underwear, go read the pioneer woman’s blog and come back tomorrow, where I will talk about diet coke.
This morning, I got out of the shower and put on my underwear, my big, pink, polyester, granny panties and they were not providing their usual coverage. (Okay they are nylon, but polyester sounds better and it is all fake fabric anyway)They must have shrunk in the dryer. There is no possible way that I gained enough weight over the holidays to fall out of my underwear. I mean there were cookies, pies, chips, dips, ham, candy and a little wine, but really not that much. For goodness sakes I ran 23 miles last week. Come to think of it my socks are to tight too.
Okay here is the too much information part. I have worn the same kind of underwear for the last 15 years. Big, polyester, Fruit of the Loom granny panties. I have tried other kinds and Lord knows that EB has bought me bunches of skimpy little panties that are collecting dust in my drawer. But I will stick to my granny panties, I have reasons. I was going to share but I think I will stop by right here.
Okay one more point and then I will just let it go. Once, my mother gave me some of her underwear that was too small for her. Can I just say EEEEEEWWWW, I know they were clean and I don’t care if she gave birth to me. I can not, will not wear my mother’s hand me down underwear. I just had a horrible thought. My boys wear each others underwear all the time. EEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW