Yesterday the baby and I made our weekly trek through Walmart, where we did an unusually thorough sweep through the store. Our list was long. I got home and hurried to put away groceries, frost some brownies, tidy the kitchen, and watch a history video about Noah's Ark on Mt. Ararat with the boys. Friends were due to arrive at 4, and about five minutes before they pulled into our driveway I happened to feel something...unique. A little breeze, or slight draft, in a place where there most definitely should not have been one. I reached behind me and felt in horror as my worst fears were confirmed. This was the back of my favorite capri pants....
Oh. My. Stars. Not only did I gallivant through the local super-store, but laundry has been slim pickings around here the last few days, so my choices were limited in the bloomer and pantaloon selections, if you know what I mean. In other words, my Tuesday undies were not tidy whities at all, but rather a bold, brilliant, shiny shade of purple.
Oh. My. Purple. Stars.
I told Buzzard of my misfortune and he asked how it could have happened. How? That is the least of my concerns. The pressing matter on my mind is when?? Was it pre-Walmart, or post? Because that obviously makes all the difference in the world. Unfortunately, Emma never notified me of my indecency. There is one thing I do know for darn spanking sure. I'm shopping exclusively at Target for the foreseeable future.
Yesterday. What shall be forever known as Purple Tuesday.
2 comments:
Oh gosh, that is funny! I do hope is happened post-wallyworld!
Ok now that I have seen the pants it puts a "hole" new light on things:-)
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