Folding laundry the other day, I noticed a hole in the butt/crotch area of Todd's black pants. I can't say the thought ever occurred to me to sew it, but I did, as a courtesy, refrain from hanging them up in his closet. I left them folded on the hope chest at the foot of our bed, and thought, "I should tell Todd about that," after which I promptly forgot.
Until last night.
HT comes in the door at 11:30PM, reaches down between his legs and says,
"Look at this!"
At first I felt all a twitter. After all, that's not really his style. Perhaps he's trying something new. A lusty re-entry home after a hard evening at the pharmacy?
But alas, he was pointing out the hole, now huge. He'd failed to notice it until the car ride home from work. His co-workers hadn't mentioned it, but God only knows how long his giblets were hanging out.
Boxers or briefs? No mystery with this guy anymore.
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Okay. Out with it.
Did you tell him that you *KNEW* about the hole or would that have messed up the *mood* not only for the night but for the next three weeks?
My DH gets holes in his crotch all the time. I have no idea why. I think it's weird. Boys are weird.
Odd that he didn't notice all day. You've got yourself an evolved man, most of them check their crotch hourly.
I laughed at his expense and I feel ashamed - a little.
Love your comment about it never occuring to you to sew them! Anytime my son told me something had a hole in it my response was "well throw it out" ;)
So, um...which is it?
I hope that you made good use of the newly-made chaps.
Kelly, Oh...he knows I know. He reads the blog.
Laura,I've been forbidden from further discussing the matter.
LMAO, DM!
I see London, I see France!
Well, that was amusing! I was giggling the entire way through the story. My favorite part:
"At first I felt all a twitter. After all, that's not really his style. Perhaps he's trying something new. A lusty re-entry home after a hard evening at the pharmacy?"
Now THAT was funny!
You are so funny. "All atwitter". Ha!
:)
Boy, am I glad I'm not married to a writer. Better that those stories not be seen by others.And by the way, has any other male ever commented on this blog besides me?
No boys allowed!
Kidding!
Plenty of men visit here! (Well, a few anyway).
That is so funny. Oops. And, it took him all day to notice, that is what kills me. I hope his drawers were the same color as his pants.
I keep thinking up alternate endings for that post...
And that officer...is why the old lady thought he was being a pervert.
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