May 2, 2013
It's time to share a funny story with you guys. Hopefully it will make you giggle and snicker. And see that I'm not a total mope all the time, these days. ;)
A few weeks ago I spent the weekend in Nashville with one of my bffl's (best friends for life for those of you that weren't raised in the 90's and early 2000's), Kelsey. I also spent the weekend eating lots of delicious food, seeing a lot of other bffl's, trying to keep George from running after complete strangers (because he came, duh) and spending time with friends I had not seen in years. It was pretty beautiful.
Kelsey lives in a cute little apartment above someone's house. She does not have fenced-in yard so George and I spent a lot of time on the leash, walking around the block a time or two. The first night I was there, Kelsey and I spent a large portion of the night out in Nashville. When we got home George was a terror because he had been cooped up entirely too long. He never really settled down and eventually...in the middle of the night...I took him out to see if that would calm him down.
So before I trudge outside, I put on my sweatpants that were in my overnight bag. (Yea, I know. Overnight bag makes me sound super nerdy. Whatever.) George and I walk back and forth in front of the same few houses, mainly because I'm too exhausted to go much further/I'm kind of scared I might witness a house robbery or something if I go too far. As we are walking I look down and see something pink on the ground. Was that there before? I couldn't remember, nor did I care that much so we continue to walk back and forth, back and forth. Then a few seconds later I look a little closer at this pink thing on the ground and realize it's someone's underwear. Woo-wee, someone had a good time tonight! is my immediate thought. Then, a few seconds later, I take a closer look and realize that IT'S MY UNDERWEAR! Bah. Crap. I sighed, giggled, realized that they had gotten stuck to my sweatpants while they were in my bag and were stuck to my sweatpants the whole time that I was walking around, bent down and picked them up and took George inside.
There is no point to this story other than to make people (hopefully) laugh a little. Life is crazy and fun sometimes, friends. We have to take it as it comes.
Even if it means accidentally flaunting our panties all over the place.