This is my thong song
So I do this thing that I don't freely admit: I tend to wash my "nice" underwear in the shower. You know, the hand-wash undies that you're not supposed to put in the washer? Well, I wash those when I'm taking a shower. I have one of those shower suction cup hook thingies that I used to use for my "shower puff" (remember those?) that I now use to hang the undies while they're drying because when they're freshly washed by hand and you hang them up, they drip. So I wash and hang my undies on the shower hook and forget about them and the next morning, when I take my shower again, the undies are invariably dry (more so in Tucson than in Jacksonville) and ready to be put away.
The night before last Flurry was doing everything possible to keep me awake. She was running all over the house, tearing stuff up, knocking over small furniture and dragging pillows to areas they didn't belong. She was hopping up on the bed and walking--WALKING--on top of me and breathing in my face. She was nudging the shower curtain over and walking into the shower and doing a happy dance on the tile (very noisy). I was so irritated with her for keeping me awake. And when my alarm finally went off at 7:00 A.M., I made my way into the shower without putting my contacts in because my eyes hurt so much from not getting enough sleep. I thought I should wait a bit to insert the plastic because my eyeballs looked and felt so red raw. So there I was in the shower, doing my business, thinking about how tired I was, not noticing that a pair of undies were missing from the shower hook--the pair of undies I'd washed the day before and left to dry. I didn't think about it and didn't think about it. In fact, I drove to campus, taught, got a new key for my new classroom (one with lots of tech), taught again, drove all over town looking for the cheapest stainless steel trash can for our new house, took pictures of the new house (because all the carpet and linoleum is now gone), and drove back home before it occurred to me that something was missing from my shower experience.
When I got home, I looked everywhere. I couldn't find the undies. Under the bed, behind furniture, underneath the pillows on the futon, in between the pillows on the bed, underneath my computer desk, behind my credenza, in the garage, out in the yard, etc. Nowhere. arsemuffin came home and he looked everywhere, too. Nowhere. So we went to bed, we woke up, went on about our days. And as I'm talking to MC on the phone at about noon, I hear this noise. It's the dog throw-up noise. And I look around, and I find a dog throwing up. It's not Flurry. It's Levi. And I watch as he promptly upchucks a very dainty and translucent thong from Victoria's Secret onto the carpet.
EDIT: Oh, and I'm going to see the Lemonheads this evening. And I won't be wearing my thong. cbertsch, I'll do my best to document the show.
The night before last Flurry was doing everything possible to keep me awake. She was running all over the house, tearing stuff up, knocking over small furniture and dragging pillows to areas they didn't belong. She was hopping up on the bed and walking--WALKING--on top of me and breathing in my face. She was nudging the shower curtain over and walking into the shower and doing a happy dance on the tile (very noisy). I was so irritated with her for keeping me awake. And when my alarm finally went off at 7:00 A.M., I made my way into the shower without putting my contacts in because my eyes hurt so much from not getting enough sleep. I thought I should wait a bit to insert the plastic because my eyeballs looked and felt so red raw. So there I was in the shower, doing my business, thinking about how tired I was, not noticing that a pair of undies were missing from the shower hook--the pair of undies I'd washed the day before and left to dry. I didn't think about it and didn't think about it. In fact, I drove to campus, taught, got a new key for my new classroom (one with lots of tech), taught again, drove all over town looking for the cheapest stainless steel trash can for our new house, took pictures of the new house (because all the carpet and linoleum is now gone), and drove back home before it occurred to me that something was missing from my shower experience.
When I got home, I looked everywhere. I couldn't find the undies. Under the bed, behind furniture, underneath the pillows on the futon, in between the pillows on the bed, underneath my computer desk, behind my credenza, in the garage, out in the yard, etc. Nowhere. arsemuffin came home and he looked everywhere, too. Nowhere. So we went to bed, we woke up, went on about our days. And as I'm talking to MC on the phone at about noon, I hear this noise. It's the dog throw-up noise. And I look around, and I find a dog throwing up. It's not Flurry. It's Levi. And I watch as he promptly upchucks a very dainty and translucent thong from Victoria's Secret onto the carpet.
EDIT: Oh, and I'm going to see the Lemonheads this evening. And I won't be wearing my thong. cbertsch, I'll do my best to document the show.