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Wednesday, May 28, 2003
Baby's got Back
Alas, I have tunneled my way through the heaping mounds of laundry. I swear to Pete that we are edging closer and closer to being nudists, just to stave off the 15 loads of laundry a week that we generate. Not to mentiont the 6ish loads that still need to be done from my garage sale excursions this season.
The sheer volume of clothing we have in this household is nasty crazy. Good timing for us gals(Corrie, Tamara, Kassy, and a few others) and I to have a garage sale of our own. So I have spent the past week sorting through every drum, storage container, closet, and dresser drawer for items that we have loved long enough, thank you verra much. Hopefully, some poor unsuspecting soul will feel the need to relieve me of this mess.
At the height of my laundry pile (figuritively and literally), I was down to two pairs of panties. Now, anyone who knows me, knows that two pairs is only a one day supply, at best. I have an unnatural need to compulsively change my undergarments. Not that they get especially dirty in the eight hours allotted for their wearing mind you, but they loose that, I-just-came-out-of-the-drawer fresh feeling after a couple of hours. Unacceptable. They must be changed. I had just put the children to bed and was retiring to my bedroom to ready myself for the evening. I opened my underwear drawer to find it surprising light. TWO pairs left. One of them being a silky thong that came with a sexy little number I had purchased for Valentines Day. *PSA Those who know me IRL may want to skip on past this, or not, whatever you wish. However, we all know that this definitely goes under the NEVER, EVER actually talk about it files. You know the one. It is where I filed the incident about....oh wait, I don't talk about this...get it? Anyhow.... I slowly, carefully remove the ass floss from the rear of my dresser drawer, holding it out to ponder the very idea of actually putting it on my body. I know it can not be sanitary. That little piece of silk gliding back and forth between here and there, transferring butt germs to the vagina region. Not pretty. I then think about the fact that if I do not slide these two pieces of string, joined together by what appears to be an eye patch, onto my hiney I will not have a fresh pair of panties to put on in the morning. Eek! Then, I think of the Cosmo-ish article I read that reported that guys really like these thong things. If I recall, they reportedly really like doing the deed, doggie style, whilst their partner is wearing the said thong. Hmmm.....I have a very sweet, sexy, deserving DH downstairs that just may fall under this catagory. Hmmm...what to do,what to do. Clean undies in the a.m. won out. After a couple of tries, I think I got it on right. Not too bad. Not good, but not too bad. If anything, I think I would have preferred less material at the top of the back. It just gets bunched up in my butt crack. Who knows, maybe that was the front, or the crotch, or maybe the whole thing really was an eye patch after all. None the less, it was a good night in the Weiss household. :P
Note to Self: Style over comfort should not apply to underwear.
Alas, I have tunneled my way through the heaping mounds of laundry. I swear to Pete that we are edging closer and closer to being nudists, just to stave off the 15 loads of laundry a week that we generate. Not to mentiont the 6ish loads that still need to be done from my garage sale excursions this season.
The sheer volume of clothing we have in this household is nasty crazy. Good timing for us gals(Corrie, Tamara, Kassy, and a few others) and I to have a garage sale of our own. So I have spent the past week sorting through every drum, storage container, closet, and dresser drawer for items that we have loved long enough, thank you verra much. Hopefully, some poor unsuspecting soul will feel the need to relieve me of this mess.
At the height of my laundry pile (figuritively and literally), I was down to two pairs of panties. Now, anyone who knows me, knows that two pairs is only a one day supply, at best. I have an unnatural need to compulsively change my undergarments. Not that they get especially dirty in the eight hours allotted for their wearing mind you, but they loose that, I-just-came-out-of-the-drawer fresh feeling after a couple of hours. Unacceptable. They must be changed. I had just put the children to bed and was retiring to my bedroom to ready myself for the evening. I opened my underwear drawer to find it surprising light. TWO pairs left. One of them being a silky thong that came with a sexy little number I had purchased for Valentines Day. *PSA Those who know me IRL may want to skip on past this, or not, whatever you wish. However, we all know that this definitely goes under the NEVER, EVER actually talk about it files. You know the one. It is where I filed the incident about....oh wait, I don't talk about this...get it? Anyhow.... I slowly, carefully remove the ass floss from the rear of my dresser drawer, holding it out to ponder the very idea of actually putting it on my body. I know it can not be sanitary. That little piece of silk gliding back and forth between here and there, transferring butt germs to the vagina region. Not pretty. I then think about the fact that if I do not slide these two pieces of string, joined together by what appears to be an eye patch, onto my hiney I will not have a fresh pair of panties to put on in the morning. Eek! Then, I think of the Cosmo-ish article I read that reported that guys really like these thong things. If I recall, they reportedly really like doing the deed, doggie style, whilst their partner is wearing the said thong. Hmmm.....I have a very sweet, sexy, deserving DH downstairs that just may fall under this catagory. Hmmm...what to do,what to do. Clean undies in the a.m. won out. After a couple of tries, I think I got it on right. Not too bad. Not good, but not too bad. If anything, I think I would have preferred less material at the top of the back. It just gets bunched up in my butt crack. Who knows, maybe that was the front, or the crotch, or maybe the whole thing really was an eye patch after all. None the less, it was a good night in the Weiss household. :P
Note to Self: Style over comfort should not apply to underwear.