DISCLAIMER: This post is gonna be one of those containing somewhat personal information you may not need to hear. In fact if you read this post, you might utter that nasty sound….”Ewwwww.” So be warned….if you don’t wish to listen to how insane I am rapidly becoming, read no further. And don’t make “ewwww” comments and say I didn’t warn ya. Official End of Disclaimer.
Ya know how we all have various routines? We have routines when we wake up; some of us immediately reach for coffee, some have to go to the bathroom and wash our faces (so to speak). We have routines for how we get ready for our day. We have routines revolving around the proper way to read the paper. I think you get the point.
I have a routine in the evening before I go to bed. I won’t bore you with ever excruciating detail (some involves exfoliage) but I will tell you this much. Like every other person in the world (okay read: quasi-normal person) I undress and slip into jammies before bedtime. It’s the way I undress that is the routine. And, unfortunately, it’s a routine I’m going to have to change.
You see…the other night I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed….I had slipped off my tee shirt, taken off my shorts (Virgil, quit leering), the bra was gone and the girls were finally free. And all that was left was the underwear. I sort of rolled them down (hey I was in a hurry) and I don’t know if anybody else does this, but I have a sneaking suspicion at least one of my 12 faithful readers does but probably won’t admit it….I hooked my underwear with my toe and proceeded to fling them up in the air with the intention of catching them and tossing them into the hamper.
I meant to toss them into the hamper.
I flung them right smack dab into the open toilet.
I could not make this up….sigh…
I found that wonderful pic above over at to55er’s blog.