Major Catastrophe (Wink, Wink) Averted In Pennsylvania!

[Laurie, Fudge, and Vern]

My husband has a sprained ankle and was unable to close the gate this morning after he left for work, which turned out to be a blessing in disguise.  The dogs needed to go out and when I looked out the window and saw I needed to close the gate, I added one of his work coats over my t-shirt and cupcake pajama bottoms, slipped on my trusty rubber boots, and set off to close the gate. I try to be quick, because I would hate to scare the neighbors, but something white caught my eye and I went to investigate.  Imagine my horror, when much to my surprise, I see the white object is a pair of my newly washed underwear. WTD!!! 

Now, I don't know how long they were out there or which dog was the guilty party, although I have my suspicions.

Vern does not do anything gross with clothing and I was stupid enough to leave a basket of washed and folded laundry within his reach, so I guess I had it coming.  He is, however, the only sock thief we have in our household and he does like to carry socks outside and drop them in his travels. I have found many a sock out there, but never anything else. I guess he changed his M.O. some time this week, to throw us off his scent, so to speak.

Anyway, I gathered up my personal belonging and thanked the good Lord that I was the finder and got to thinking about all the what ifs.

For instance, what if my mailman, Alvin, had driven up the driveway, gotten out of his car to deliver us some mail, and knocked on the door and said, "Ma'am, did your car cover blow off sometime during the night, because there is something large and white out here?"

What if I had to look him right in the eye and say, "No sir, it appears to be my underwear."  I doubt if he would ever drive up the driveway again and the only thing I might see or hear from him in the future would be notes left in my mailbox, "Dear Postal Customer, You and your dogs scare me. We have a package at the Post Office for you.  Please pick it up at your convenience. Alvin "  In a small town, word gets around quickly, and it is probably best this way, because nobody wants to be known as the woman who has underwear strewn around in her yard. 

Or what if we had a neighborhood association, and the entire board showed up at my house to talk to me about a complaint issued by my neighbors and they lead off with, "ma'am, your neighbor does not like your Satellite Dish blocking his view,"  and I have to say, "Let me explain. It is not a Satellite Dish, it is my underwear, and my dog brought them out of our house and they have blown into a tree and now it is too high for me to reach."

I know fireman come out to save kittens, but I doubt they would respond quickly to a call coming in to save a pair of granny panties in a tree.

My mind kept wandering....what if, my husband had found them first and decided this would be a real hoot and before you know it, our house became a local tourist attraction, all because Vern has a problem with knowing boundaries. 

We are, after all, near Intercourse, PA, and I would hate for our little town to get a weird name like that, and I have to write out Unmentionables, PA, every time I address a letter. Lord knows we already have Thong, Nuttsville, and Blue Ball, out there in the world.

I am happy to say, I do not wear this size YET, although, if I continue eating Auntie Anne's pretzels, this could be my future.

For now, I will be more careful where I put my laundry, because it could always be worse where Vern is concerned.

and don't forget, we have a cat, too.

[Laurie, Fudge, and Vern]

I am glad I could give you one :)

[Barbara B., Sasha & Oliver]

:)  LOL

[Laurie, Fudge, and Vern]

Thanks, Barbara!

[Nicky, Riley & Boris]

Good job indeed that you got to the panties first!  Love your blogs and images they put a huge smile on my face : ) As you can see Riley has decided that my hair rollers are worthy of investigation and I do have one photo of him wearing my panties (large ones) which is on my page !!!!  Pretzels are particularly difficult to pass so I do hope that you don't succumb on that score....

[Laurie, Fudge, and Vern]

OMD...how cute. Riley in curlers. No wonder he has all those adorable curls.

[Jane, Guinness and Murphy]

That guy holding those big blue panties is looking mighty happy about something....do you know him....it's not DH is it?  The picture of the tree with the panties brought me back to a Fraternity House from my college years....except the panties looked a little different.  Anyway, that must have been some party you had to end up with those "tree decorations".  Did DH sprain his ankle at the party?  I'm "lovin" this blog as always Laurie....it's quite an exciting life you lead.  I can't wait to see what kinds of wacky things happen on the cruise.

[Laurie, Fudge, and Vern]

Jane, The guy holding the big blue panties is not my DH....LOL!! I haven't grown into those panties YET, but maybe after the cruise :) DH sprained his ankle doing boring yard work. His life is not as exciting as mine.

[F, Calla & Luca]

I have some advice. If you think Vern is likely to steal panties again get the light weight stretchy kind. The look quite reasonably small until you put them on : )

[Laurie, Fudge, and Vern]

Thank you for my great big laugh this morning :)

[F, Calla & Luca]

Anytime. It's a small payback for all the chuckles you bring me.

[Nancy, Ned, Clancy, and Charlie]

Sisterly advice from F. so you don't embarrass her brother!

[cheryl & oliver]

OMDoodle I needed a good laugh this am, and you gave it to me, thanks friend!!!!...You are just sooo funny.....I love your blogs or whatever u want to call them, just keep them coming....