Excuse Me, A Little Privacy Please

FYI, nobody would ever share this but me, but you know that my TMI is waaaaaay different than everybody else. 

If you proceed with reading this post that is up to you.  However, remember that I warned you.

Life is HILARIOUS and I seem to find myself in interesting (?) situations.

This morning I was at the bank doing banky things.  You know my body, it decided to do some banky things too, like depositing something in my pants.

Now, you have to understand that I was wearing my new Spring pj bottoms, because they’re pink and polka dots, for the first time and there was no way I was going to ruin them.  See attached picture and agree that they are cute. 

So I headed out to the van and started to do the shimmy shake to get my bottoms down.  At this point, there was nobody else around.  I then realized and was thankful that I was wearing my skin colored underwear (Who really likes those?  I was glad they weren’t my fun ones.).  Which reminds me of a story….way back in the day when I had time, before kids, I used to match my underwear to the color of my outfit for the day.  Why did I do this?  First, because I’m crazy and do weird shit, and, second, because I was hoping that if I was in an accident and they had to cut my clothes off of me they would take the time to be impressed that I was color coordinated.  I don’t know….I’m nuts.  These days, I am running like a mad women in the morning trying to get the kids off to school so I just grab the first pair I see.  Today was skin colored undies.  Those kids are cramping my style.

Anyway, with the onset of all the waxing that is fashionable these days, it is possible that if someone saw me in just my boring underwear they would think I had gone Full Brazilian or Sphinx.  Oh, guess what, someone saw me.  I had just finished removing my Spring pj’s and this motorcycle with a grizzled guy raced into the parking spot beside me.  He looked over at me and got a good view, I laughed and then said, “You are probably going to post this on Facebook, huh?  I am.  However, I will include a picture and you won’t.”  He smiled and off he went.

I can only imagine what joy I gave that guy for the rest of the day.  You are welcome,  Mr. Motorcycle Guy.  How many times do you think he repeated that story?  How many times would you?  I would tell everyone because it is HILARIOUS!!!!  Oh wait, I am telling everyone.

Lesson learned:  Take time to pick out pretty underwear.  You never know who is going to see them.