Recently some of my fellow blog buddies have gotten their panties in a wad because of my lack of remembering and sharing things. So as I lay awake on this eve of eve before Christmas Eve oddly enough, the thought of panties are clearly on my mind, so why not share?
Last week I was in a rather serious discussion among friends on the use of the term nylons versus panty hose which turned into a deeper discussion of does one wear panties with panty hose or not? As we dove deeper into the proper occasions to wear panties or go commando, I shared a memory long forgotten that made me laugh. Back when my older two boys were young ones, I had a tendency to call their undergarments 'panties' versus the proper macho term of underwear.
I don't recall exactly how or why the use of panties began in exchange for the proper term, but I do recall that it upset Hubby greatly so I continued to use it. My young sons did not know the difference between panties or boxers or tighty whities or briefs, we simply referred to them as panties.
I would tell my two young lads to 'run and put their panties on' after taking a bath or remind them to 'change their panties' after swimming and I would get a wicked, evil pleasure when they in turn would ask me if they could wear their 'superman panties' today? Yes, that very small word could literally drive my husband insane. Ah... memories.
Still to this day my husband cannot stand the word panties and I still get that sick, perverted pleasure knowing that by merely using the word it will drive him bonkers.
Bless his little soul, I have been driving him stark, raving mad in the past couple of days.
Seems last Thursday I began having the tell-tell signs of a UTI starting and sure enough by Friday morning I knew I best call the doctor before the weekend arrived. As luck would have it the doctor could not see before Monday so I asked if I could just stop in and leave a sample and perhaps get some medication? So I did just that and by mid-afternoon, I was in full blown UTI mode and thankful that I had insisted.
I began taking the medication right away but by Saturday afternoon I became deathly ill with a kidney infection. Enough so that a trip to the ER turned into a hospital stay, where I now sit writing this post because I cannot sleep. But excluding all of that, well sort of, maybe more including all of that, being drugged and hooked to a continuous IV drip of fluids and antibiotics, it became rather difficult to get one's self up, wires untangles, machinery dragged across the room and into the restroom where one must measure all quantities of liquids coming out BEFORE they actually come out. (TMI, I know).
Not coming to the ER prepared to spend the next 4 days and Hubby's inability to grasp the notion of the plural of panty is 'panties', meaning many, not two, it has become necessary to make several requests of him to bring me additional sets of panties. In his exasperation this evening Hubby showed up with more panties than I even knew I had.
Thus, I have decided in my final attempt to bid adieu to a really sucky and unhealthy 2008, I will send it off with a wreath made of panties, tied with a bow and ribbon simply stating, 'Kiss MY Ass 2008!"
