Today I’m thinking about underwear. Many reasons.
The first being when I saw a recent picture which Laura has up at Vitamin Sea.
Global warming, uhm, sure…that’s what it says.
The second because my washer got a new pump on Tuesday (Yay for warranty parts and work!), and there were 9 loads of laundry waiting to put through the routine.
It took _Hours_of work! My whole clothesline in the basement got filled with undies from 3 people.
Just this morning, I put away the last of the towels in the bathroom closet.
Lastly, because I am sitting here in panties the size of which I never, ever thought my backside would get to be as broad as the chart says. Underwear which I stood in the aisle at Meijer for 20 minutes trying to decide if these were the ones to buy.
I’m telling ya, HANES Her Way is doing something different in the 3 years it has been since the last time I purchased foundation garments. The measurements printed for the size chart, well, I don’t seem to qualify these days. Although white is fairly standard as a color choice, I’m not sure the orange or lime print will go over well even in the privacy of my bedroom.
These were bought with Christmas Cash, and golly, am I glad my mother-in-law did not try to guess what to put into the box for shipping.
If you want to read my best underwear story ever, I wrote about it awhile back in the Comments at Cindyisms.
Actually, I think I’ll reprint it here as well.
10 Nov 2004 at 12:02 pm |
You inspired me. This morning I tackled the microwave, which was at the point where we were afraid to put anything into it because it would come out worse than it went in.
This may be about a different post, but I have been trying to remember why it is that I giggle a bit when I think about you and your orange-flowered undies.
This morning, just at the grey light of dawn, it came to me.
Years ago, maybe a couple months before my 21st birthday, I was working at a private hospital, waiting to see if I had passed my Nursing Board Exams. I got called in to work Evening on my day off to work as the Bedmaker, which was less money but what the hey, I was needing cash trying to save enough to get a place of my own.
So, I pulled on the proper uniform, white pants and green shirt and went to do the job.
While one patient was down in PT, I was changing his bed and humming a bit. I think the roommate was dozing in the recliner chair.
Just as I finished, I heard a long whistle from across the hall. There were two fellows over there, mid-20s, had been patients for awhile.
Guys that age should never be expected to remain in one place for weeks on end.
They were recuperating from a farm accident and a car accident.
Apparently the one with the best view of the door-hall-across had called attention to the young lady moving about making the bed. The one who had whistled, I looked over to see him almost falling out of bed, dangling from his traction and the railing, trying to get a better show.
When he saw that I now knew what he was doing, he called out “I just Love purple-flowered underwear”
Apparently, in my haste to earn some cash, I hadn’t thought about the fashion statement I would be making. The other nursing staff talked about it for days, and everytime I went into that room, the two guys would ask why I just had on plain whites. One even asked if he could get into my pants once he was discharged, but that’s a tale for another time.
11 Nov 2004 at 01:33 am |
That’s too funny. My buddy at work is going to school to become a nurse. In his clinicals he has to wear white scrubs and right before he started he forgot that he didn’t have any white boxers and had no money. I loaned him a couple of bucks, but all he could find were gray. If you weren’t looking you would never know, but I was looking. I always look. But at least they weren’t his black ones with aliens on them. Thanks for sharing MrsDof.
It might be almost 30 years since that afternoon happened, but it would be hard to top it, what with the patient in traction and all.
~~love and Huggs, Diane