When to Sit In Your Underwear

Me: I just got a new laptop. It has a webcam built in.
Mom: Why do you need a webcam?
Me: So that I can see and chat with my friends that live far away.
Mom: Just don’t be a weirdo and sit in your underwear when you’re on that thing.
Me: Really mom? What kind of daughter do you think you raised?
Mom: Its something I would do.
Me: OMG. I only sit in my underwear when no one can see me.
Mom: Weirdo

Learning About the Boy Cut

Mom: I’m at the gap and they are having a great sale on underwear. Do you need a couple of pairs?

Me: Yes. Always.

Mom: Boy Cut, Hipster, Thong, or Bikini? What does Boy Cut mean?

Me: Umm, it’s just a style. They’re more comfortable.

Mom: Or all FOUR!

Me: No, I don’t really like thongs.

Mom: Does boy cut mean that there is a bigger “pouch”?

Me: What are you talking about?

Mom: Do you like the color purple and are you “into” scarves?

Me: Why the air quotes?

Mom: OK. Great.

Undergarments FYI

I bought one of those undergarments that holds your fat in. You gotta choose carefully though. If you mush in the bottom it pops out the top and vice versa. Just FYI Love Mom.

Spanx Reconstruction

I wanted to give you your laugh for the day….this a.m. I grabbed a pair of more “control” type undies to throw on under my capris. I was much distressed to find that the blasted things came way up the middle of my back! So, I took them off and started chopping them apart with my scissors! It was hysterical. I kept thinking of mom’s old saying “make sure you don’t wear holey underwear when you go out for fear of an accident.” Crap, heaven forbid if someone saw me in them as they’d think I lost my mind!:>0 Guess among other things, we need to start designing underwear for real women!!! Considering that almost all pants are low cut, why they can’t make low slung control panties I haven’t a clue.

“exchange of services”

Backstory: My mom recently discovered the wonders of underarm waxing, and has been trying to get me to let her wax mine for me — I refuse.

chicken! I made your dad do mine this morning. It’s an “exchange of services.” I wash his underwear, and he waxes my armpits.



Love, Mom