Underwear

If you think, by reading the title, that this could be a "too much information" post, then you should probably just stop reading here, because you are probably right. :-)

Yesterday morning when I was getting dressed, Scott walked by the bedroom to go into the bathroom. Apparently he caught a glimpse of my underwear. He remarks, "Good Grief Stacy! I think you might need some new underwear!" He was right, I do. I can't even remember the last time I bought underwear. As you all know, I am pretty "low maintenance" and splurging on underwear is something I just don't do. I'm in the same boat in the bra and sock department. I just hate going into those aisles at the stores because I never know what size or style to get. Anyway, my underwear happened to have a big hole along the side and the only thing holding them together was the elastic waist band and the elastic around the leg. Nice. I told Scott that those were definitely the underwear every mother would be mortified by if her daughter were wearing if she were in an accident. They were clean, just falling apart. I told Scott that I would have to be unconscious before I would even think about letting any medical personnel cut my pants off if I were in an accident requiring my clothes to be removed in order to save my life.

Last night after we had the kids put to bed, Scott ran to PetSmart to get cat food, dog food and crickets. When he came home, he handed me a Caramel Frappucino and a pile of new underwear. Apparently Scott also would have been mortified if I happened to get into an accident requiring the removal of my clothes. After he left PetSmart, he went to Kohl's and bought me some new underwear. So just remember, the next time you are in a department store and you see some man, who you think is a pervert, browsing through the women's underwear section, it could be some innocent guy just trying to make sure his wife has some decent underwear to wear.