Thank you so much for all of your kind words. Diane was one great lady. I know she would appreciate her memory being honored, and then she would tell me to move on with the par-tay, so here we go...
I took The Boy (who is 7) to a retail establishment the other day to purchase apparel for myself. He is a pretty easy kid and as long as it isn't too time-consuming, he can deal with me looking at stuff and even trying on a few things.. (while he waits outside where I can see his feet and he keeps talking.)
I don't have a problem with him being in the dressing room. Lately, he has decided he doesn't want to hang out with me in there. A little sad. Sigh.
Anyway, this particular proprietor sells both clothing and underwear...dare I say lingerie?
So, I am in need of some basic cotton, which I begin to pile up and something bright, lacy and purple catches my eye... must have it.
Get it all together and take to the counter and the lady is ringing us up.
Imagine 10 pairs of black cotton briefs, 5 wildly colored cotton in everything from hipster to thong. And 2 lacy bra and panty sets. Got it? Okay.
Cashier: "You are so lucky. My son would never hang out with me while I went panty shopping."
Me: "I am lucky." (I beam and pat his head, which I swear is like up to my shoulder, when did he become a giant?)
The Boy: (snapping out of some kind of daydream) "Wait. Is all of this underwear for YOU? (His tone is riddled with shock and disgust.)
Me: "Um, yeah. Who did you think it was for?"
He can't answer, as he is to busy making gagging sounds and rolling his eyes.
The Cashier: Giggling.
Me: (shifting uncomfortably) "Well, I guess he can send me that therapy bill in about 15 years."
The Cashier: Hysterical fit of laughter.
Me: (to myself) "Yeah. Real Funny. Don't you have something to fold?"
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