Thursday, July 14th 2011
What I Learned Last Night

Maybe it was the waterboarding. Maybe it was the insanity caused by two boys overcompensating for their missing older brother with too much extra drama and energy. Maybe it was that Mike was out of town and so all the extra kid stuff was all on me and oh, I don’t know.

For whatever reason it seemed a good time to have a glass of wine after the kids went to bed. Even though I never do that. Even though I really don’t even like wine because it tastes fruity and I don’t like fruit.

Maybe because I don’t drink, I’m really quite bad at it.

All was okay at first. I got started on the novel that’s been swimming around in my head ever since the day I suddenly realized I KNEW why women sometimes fall in love with scary, mass-murderer death-row convicts they’ve never met.  Seriously. I KNOW why.* (No, I won’t tell you. Yet.) Haven’t you always wondered, though? The day I figured this out, it instantly became a scene in a future fictitious piece that finally started coming together last night between sips of pinot grigio.

The writing went really well. When finished, I should have turned off my computer. Instead, I shopped. I am NEVER allowed to drink a glass of wine and then online shop again.

Apparently that’s all it takes for my latent desires to buy very trashy lingerie to come out, full force. (I didn’t even know I had those.) Sexy lingerie, sure. No problem, bring it on, and let’s buy in bulk because you can never have enough. That’s one thing. This is oh-so-very-much-another thing.

This morning I checked my confirmation email from the website to see exactly what it was I’d purchased. I could only sorta remember, and what I was remembering seemed a bit… unlikely. I was probably remembering wrong.  And then I made a loud, horrified squawky sound when I saw the photo of electric blue satin-y trashiness with a uniquely placed lace-up detail. Classy.

I clicked away from the email quickly and thought, I am teaching the 3 yr old class in CHURCH on Sunday. About JESUS. And I’m feeling REAL CONFLICTED since it seems I got drunk and bought hooker panties.  Sunday School teachers do not DO that.

I absolutely cannot remember what I was thinking or why it seemed like a decent buying decision  at the time. Surely I had a reason.

Anyway. I’m done. Interesting experiment, less than positive results. I’m back to Diet Coke.

*I’m not looking for a lover on death row. In case that isn’t clear. There’s trashy and then there’s TRASHY and I’m fairly certain that I can’t be quite that far gone, even if I have more than one glass of wine. Not that I’m finding out. 


9 Comments on “What I Learned Last Night”

Mother T
July 15th, 2011
5:45 am

I was laughing so hard as I read this, that my hubby had to come read over my shoulder. He laughed, too.

July 15th, 2011
9:41 am

Really. I literally snorted when I read this. And I am personally of the opinion that as long as the Sunday school teachers don’t *tell* the 3 yr olds about the hooker panties, it’s all good.

But I’m just liberated like that ;-) I bet Mike will l agree with me – him being a man and all….

July 15th, 2011
11:50 am

Mother T,
if you can’t tell the entire internet about the dumb stuff you do, well, who can you tell?

Awesome theory. I wouldn’t dream of mentioning these things to 3 year olds, so i’m clear, right!?

July 15th, 2011
12:10 pm

Awesome! So funny!

July 15th, 2011
12:26 pm

You can have trashy hooker panties for your husband! That’s not a sin – that’s fun!

July 15th, 2011
12:39 pm

Oh, that is brilliant – if YOU tell the entire internet, then no one can ever use it for leverage against you!

P.S. I did tipsy Priceline hotel name-your-own-price shopping late one night. It surprisingly turned out to be a great time, so maybe your purchase will too. . .

July 15th, 2011
1:35 pm

Kelsey – ABSOLUTELY! Enjoy those hooker panties!

Jennifer Sullivan
July 17th, 2011
2:16 am

Yay for Hooker panties!!! I’m glad you didn’t try to cancel the order. We all gotta live a little.


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