One reason why wearing underpants might be a good idea:
You discover your old, scruffy, soft, baggy around-the-house pants have split in the back from waist band to crotch only after you’ve leisurely strolled your dogs around your Rated-G neighborhood with the day-care center on the far corner.
The upside of going pantiless:
your beloved husband points out big white granny panties might have been a lot more obtusive than your demurely flesh-tinted nether cheeks.
The moral:
If you show your ass, it's good to be lucky in love.
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4 comments:
oh my!
I love him;)
Awesome story. I lucked out. Too bad you don't really know that for sure until several years down the road.
I love how your mind works.
This is just one of those amazing, "all the ocean in one drop" kinds of observations you make!
LOVE this. =)
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