Wednesday, October 27, 2010
My kids were always thrilled on Christmas morning to open gifts from their grandma. Nothing says loving quite like a specially chosen pair of cotton briefs ... her size.
She was one of these women who saved everything and "found them" unexpectedly .. years later ... years and years later ... years ... lots and lots of years ...
Hence we were the recipients of stale - whitened chocolate easter eggs, stale perfume from the 1950's .. Evening in Paris .... and Avon .... and her underwear ....
Maybe it was the code of the seniors .. maybe seniors do things like that ...
"Oh dear ... I've had a little accident..."
"No problem I have an extra pair in my purse .. here..."
But .. watching your skinnier than all get out 4 year old unfold her Christmas gifts, a new pair of cotton briefs sooo big that her hands were stretched out wide and she still had not pulled them taut .. and grandma smiling proudly and her looking at me over the panties with a pathetic little question in her eyes .... "Mom?" ....made no sense.
However later that night, with Grandma gone ... my 4 year old and my 7 year old daughters put them on, at the same time, pulled the waist band over their heads and ran around the house looking like a science experiment gone wrong .....we took pics ....
When underwear attacks ....
HAIR: HAIR & HAIR
EARRINGS: Ear Candy
BELT: House Of Hucci