The highlight of our entire holiday was most definitely when one of my best friends from my University of Florence period came to stay with us with his wife and daughter.
We spent the first day of 2011 together, which was purrrfect, since, according to an Italian saying, . Keep that saying in mind as you read on… 
Before sitting down to a seemingly endless, U.S.-style brunch (blueberry pancakes, eggs, bacon, potatoes and much MUCH more…all organic and made from scratch), we decided we’d better take a walk in our neighbourhood, which is in a lovely, hilly area on the outskirts of Florence. It was a beautiful daysunny, clear and not too cold. Perfect…
As we were walking back, my friend’s wife put her hand on my arm, stopping me. With a look of real concern on her face, she asked, “Margaret, what is that… attached to the bottom of your pants?” I looked down and, to my horror, I realized it was a pair of my black…uhm…panties. I bent down to grab them…then did my best to look indifferent as I stuffed them inside my coat pocket. I was so fast that nobody realized what the “thing” was…
But I couldn’t keep a straight face. First, a giggle…then a snort…and finally I burst into peals of laughter. So I had to tell them. Needless to say, we began staggering all over the road, roaring with laughter and clutching at our aching sides. Oh that was painful…You know what happens when you can’t stop laughing…ouch…
(Uhm…in case you were wondering, those were panties, which must have stuck to the inside bottom part of my pants in the dryer the previous day…)
Once I had (again) regained the power of speech, I informed them that I must have had those panties stuffed up my pants the night before, when Stefano and I had had dinner at my in-laws’ place. “Just think if they had made their appearance at the dinner table,” I sputtered…More howls of laughter…more clutching…
So this is how I began my 2011… 
The highlight of our entire holiday was most definitely when one of my best friends from my University of Florence period came to stay with us with his wife and daughter.
We spent the first day of 2011 together, which was purrrfect, since, according to an Italian saying, . Keep that saying in mind as you read on…
Before sitting down to a seemingly endless, U.S.-style brunch (blueberry pancakes, eggs, bacon, potatoes and much MUCH more…all organic and made from scratch), we decided we’d better take a walk in our neighbourhood, which is in a lovely, hilly area on the outskirts of Florence. It was a beautiful daysunny, clear and not too cold. Perfect…
As we were walking back, my friend’s wife put her hand on my arm, stopping me. With a look of real concern on her face, she asked, “Margaret, what is that… attached to the bottom of your pants?” I looked down and, to my horror, I realized it was a pair of my black…uhm…panties. I bent down to grab them…then did my best to look indifferent as I stuffed them inside my coat pocket. I was so fast that nobody realized what the “thing” was…
But I couldn’t keep a straight face. First, a giggle…then a snort…and finally I burst into peals of laughter. So I had to tell them. Needless to say, we began staggering all over the road, roaring with laughter and clutching at our aching sides. Oh that was painful…You know what happens when you can’t stop laughing…ouch…
(Uhm…in case you were wondering, those were panties, which must have stuck to the inside bottom part of my pants in the dryer the previous day…)
Once I had (again) regained the power of speech, I informed them that I must have had those panties stuffed up my pants the night before, when Stefano and I had had dinner at my in-laws’ place. “Just think if they had made their appearance at the dinner table,” I sputtered…More howls of laughter…more clutching…
So this is how I began my 2011…
Written by Margaret
January 3rd, 2011 at 11:05 am