I'm having a horrible time on a job - contractors trying to take advantage of me. Unfortunately, they aren't my contractors, so I can't fire their asses, but anyway, it's hot, I'm miserable and pissy, and all of a sudden I start smiling. Why? Because I'm remembering my boyfriend giving me another woman's underwear.
Yes everyone, I said that right. Here is what happened:
My boyfriend is cleaning his house and as I pass my bag on the floor, I see this pair of black panties with pink hearts on the top. Now, I would never buy underwear like this, so I pick them up (with one finger of course) and call my boyfriends name at the top of my lungs. He comes in, and here is the conversation.
Me: What are these?
Him: Your underwear (accompanied by a weird look)
Me: No, they aren't.
Him: Yes they are
Me: No they aren't
He looks at me, looks at the underwear, and looks back at me and asks: Are you sure?
As if I don't know what my own underwear looks like?
When he realizes his mistake, the 'Oh Shit' look on his face was priceless. Now, what I have left out of this story is that my boyfriend does his laundry at a laundry mat. I don't know how many times I'd come home with someone elses cloths because I didn't look carefully enough in the washer or dryer. Plus, I know he isn't cheating 100%. So I wasn't pissed. Still, remembering at look makes me smile.
It's definitely going into a book someday.
