I was totally going to do fun Monday first thing this morning but I woke up way too early and couldn’t find my brain and by the time I got that in order I was going to take a shower but the Culligan man showed up, so I didn’t get my shower, then I had an inspirational/artistic thing going on so I had to do that and then the storms came in. Believe me when I tell you that you do NOT want to be outside when the tornado siren goes off. All of your insides head straight to your feet and your feet just don’t know where to go.
Okay, here’s my underwear story. I, personally, have never lost or displaced my underwear. It’s one of the few things that I have always managed to keep control of. However, I have an underwear story about Scott and I know he won’t mind if I share.
When we were first married he was stationed in San Antonio. San Antonio has many things. The River Walk, Sea World, the Alamo, and many, many, insects that are out to kill you. Some of them are: Black Widows, Brown Recluses, (I know, those are spiders, not insects, but I really don’t care. Bugs are bugs.) Velvet Ants, Killer Bees, Scorpions, huge flying Cockroaches that can’t sting or bite so they try to kill you by scaring you to death, and the horrid, terrible, Fire Ant. Fire ants are rude. They believe that every place is their place and everyone and everything else is an intruder. Fields, trees, parking lots, your house, they don't care. They sneak in and set up shop and you don’t even know they are there until they all swarm on you and then the leader ant gives the signal and they all bite you at the same time.
So, one morning Scott was getting ready for work and he was about to put on his pants when he threw them on the floor and began dancing around, yelling, and slapping his nether regions. Since he is usually a staid person this behavior was quite unusual for him and being the caring wife that I am, I asked, “What is wrong with you?” Instead of answering, he ripped off his underwear and ran into the bathroom, yelling foul and rude words the whole time. After coming out of the bathroom he told me that fire ants had been in his underwear. I really did try not to laugh. I really did. I swear.
I did help him eradicate the fire ant menace from his underwear drawer, though, that has to count for something, right?
For more Fun Monday, head over to Mama Drama.
P.S. I just realized I did Fun Monday wrong, but, in my defense I had just dealt with a tornado thing and I was feeling a wee bit anxious.
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I was totally going to do fun Monday first thing this morning but I woke up way too early and couldn’t find my brain and by the time I got that in order I was going to take a shower but the Culligan man showed up, so I didn’t get my shower, then I had an inspirational/artistic thing going on so I had to do that and then the storms came in. Believe me when I tell you that you do NOT want to be outside when the tornado siren goes off. All of your insides head straight to your feet and your feet just don’t know where to go.
Okay, here’s my underwear story. I, personally, have never lost or displaced my underwear. It’s one of the few things that I have always managed to keep control of. However, I have an underwear story about Scott and I know he won’t mind if I share.
When we were first married he was stationed in San Antonio. San Antonio has many things. The River Walk, Sea World, the Alamo, and many, many, insects that are out to kill you. Some of them are: Black Widows, Brown Recluses, (I know, those are spiders, not insects, but I really don’t care. Bugs are bugs.) Velvet Ants, Killer Bees, Scorpions, huge flying Cockroaches that can’t sting or bite so they try to kill you by scaring you to death, and the horrid, terrible, Fire Ant. Fire ants are rude. They believe that every place is their place and everyone and everything else is an intruder. Fields, trees, parking lots, your house, they don't care. They sneak in and set up shop and you don’t even know they are there until they all swarm on you and then the leader ant gives the signal and they all bite you at the same time.
So, one morning Scott was getting ready for work and he was about to put on his pants when he threw them on the floor and began dancing around, yelling, and slapping his nether regions. Since he is usually a staid person this behavior was quite unusual for him and being the caring wife that I am, I asked, “What is wrong with you?” Instead of answering, he ripped off his underwear and ran into the bathroom, yelling foul and rude words the whole time. After coming out of the bathroom he told me that fire ants had been in his underwear. I really did try not to laugh. I really did. I swear.
I did help him eradicate the fire ant menace from his underwear drawer, though, that has to count for something, right?
For more Fun Monday, head over to Mama Drama.
P.S. I just realized I did Fun Monday wrong, but, in my defense I had just dealt with a tornado thing and I was feeling a wee bit anxious.
Read more...