But perhaps I'll miss her most because of her great texts.
December 1, 2010. It was a Monday which means I had to send back the kid's clean nap stuff (a fitted sheet and blanket). That morning I was in a rush, so without thinking of any possible mortifying embarrassment, I just grabbed them out of the laundry basket, rolled them into a ball and left. A little while later as I sat in my office, I got this text:
Allow me to blow up that picture for you.
I know you're impressed with how I tried to divert their attention away from myself and claim that my husband wears women's underwear. And even though they thought the whole thing was funny, I still felt compelled to EXPLAIN why such a hot chick like myself had such a nasty pair of panties.
And they did go in the trash, just like the other three pairs that I bought along with them.
So aren't you wondering WHY a hot chick like me (yes, I do think that fact is important enough to repeat) had not one, but four pairs of these panties? A few days earlier I was down at the outlet mall and walked into the Maidenform store where I encountered a huge bin of plain white granny panties for $.50 each. Yes, math geniuses, that means I paid $2 for four pairs of panties. I figured for $2 I could dump them if they were bad. Not only were they ugly, they were see-through. Not a good look. AND my husband saw me in them and probably threw up in his mouth a little. The other three were long gone, but that 4th pair was lost...thanks to Miss Cassie for finding them.
Oh, and I didn't learn my lesson: