Serendipitous Searching

Not to blast you with two days in a row of underwear discussion but this morning, while looking for a book title to recommend to CCW, I found these delightful underwear. Wonder Woman underwear!! I've always been jealous of the underoos boys got to wear. I was too old when they first came out, plus, when you're 12, you don't think it's fun to cross-dress, and I wouldn't have worn boy underwear at that time to save my soul. I always wanted superhero undies. I had no idea these existed. I'm going to have to buy me a set of these when I'm no longer a mesopotamian fertility goddess.

These are from a whole department sponsored by amazon, called Web Undies. They have pajamas for girls & guys, things from the Three Stooges to Led Zeppelin & probably every variation in between. There were like 800-something products. I did not browse all of them. But I did see a lot of cute jammies I would wear. Andrew doesn't like boxer shorts-- do most guys? It makes me laugh to imagine serious guys walking around wearing a pair of "choke the chicken" boxer shorts. Your doctor, your pilot when you fly to Europe. May be wearing goofy boxers. (Probably they're wearing tidy-whities, but still).

Related Tangent in 3.......2........1

On the night that Andrew got me to say "I love you" first, we had gone to a toga party at this bar in Pensacola called Trader John's. (Yes, that was one of the places involved in the Tailhook Scandal... I won't go into details but it was). I can't actually remember what my toga looked like, or if I even wore one. I think it was just the guys, actually. I recently got a picture of it sent to me from one of my good friends, and it's pretty funny (I've taken out the other friend in the photo cause he's an Admiral's Aid nowadays and a picture like this one could be, you know, embarrassing). Tall Andrew in his popples toga (we used my friend's daughter's sheets) and cowboy boots. He also wore these banana boxer shorts. The only time I've ever seen him really in boxers. He limbo-ed at some point in the drunken night and revealed his banana boxers to the bar very cutely (he was the drunken one; I was sober cause in those days I didn't drink much, not having ever been offered the good stuff and hating beer). I think I've alluded to this story before, but he was a tricksy fellow... we had been dating maybe five or six months at this time, and he drunkenly leaned against me and looked at me with cute little puppydog eyes and slurred "love me?" And of course, I did. More the shmuck I was. :) So I had to say, Yes, you big drunken Texan, I do love you. And then I tried to drive his pickup truck home (which was complicated, cause it was an ornery old steering column shifter standard-- hard to drive if you've never driven one). And we contemplated the sadness of being in love when he was leaving in a few short weeks for Washington state, and I was staying in Florida, almost the furthest away you can be from someone and still both be in the CONUS.

But as you see, it all worked out in the end. But now I feel like I should buy him a new pair of wacky boxer shorts (see how it all comes wrapping around again to the beginning? hah! Now THAT'S skillful writing). But he wouldn't wear them, and they'd just end up being my pajamas eventually, so I should just go in for the Wonder Woman set. And maybe some Hello Kitty. Underwear. Underwear!! Mwah ha hahahahahahahahaha!*

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*Evil laughter courtesy Kim's inner mad scientist. "That's DOCTOR Evil Genius to you. I didn't spend seven years at evil medical school for nothing, monkey-boy." OOH! And check out the evil genius code here.... ripped off from Geek Code. I may have to do one on myself.