Gracias

Thanks to the people who posted funny underwear stories, I loved them all. If you're looking for your chance to add a story, it's down one post. Thanks to all the people who emailed me to tell me that you laughed and enjoyed the stories, but didn't have one about underwear to share. I find that shocking. I actually have two underwear stories, so I figured most people would have at least one. Ah well.

While I'm on the subject, I might as well tell my other underwear story. (For those of you, I think that might be all of one person, who enjoys my more musier musings, I'm musing a few now and will post them when they gel.)

Natalie's bug was chugging, or was it racing, through the streets of Midland in hot pursuit. No wait; maybe it was her orange Saab. Maybe it doesn't matter. What matters is that we were in hot pursuit. Hot to trot, as my mom would say. We were chasing some boy, let's call him Fred, that Natalie was in love with. We weren't even trying not to be obvious. We stayed close to him and he led us on a merry chase through many neighborhoods. As we were swerving and leaning into corners, Natalie and I were also busy sucking down Big Gulps, or maybe Slurpees. I wish I could tell you more details about all this chasing, but you've gotten the two key things: It was a long chase with a big drink.

I'm pretty sure that by the time we pulled into her driveway the whites of my eyes were yellow. She hadn't even put it in park before I flung myself out of the car door and raced up their front walk. Being a frequent visitor at the house, I felt no need to knock- thank goodness! I burst through the front door and tore up the stairs. It was pretty much a straight shot from the front door, up the stairs and into the bathroom. I didn't even bother to see if the bathroom was empty. There were four girls in the house and this was their bathroom; I had nothing to hide. I skidded to a stop in front of the toilet and hastily sat myself down. What a relief. I had made it.

That relief did not last long however. In midstream I realized that I had forgotten to pull down my pants. There I sat peeing right through my underwear and shorts. Too late to do anything about it now; I just let it flow.