Let's kekep this high minded and classy shall we? I know you all have one. Although I loved my "tick-tock" undies with the clocks on them, so did my sisters, and they were often displayed on the decorative Late Georgian "broken pediment" that adorned the front of the house on Hatteras.
But my favorite underwear story happened while driving to Utah one summer when we had 7 kids AND the station wagon. Sarah, Emily, and I were sharing the "reclining seats" which means laying down on tip of the luggage in the back. I had to go to the bathroom SOOOOO bad that by the time we stopped, I couldn't walk normal. I walked bowlegged because my bladdder was SO heavy and ready to be delivered...
I didn't have time to even pull my pants down and just sat on the potty and went through my clothes. Much to Mo's chagrin...she had to dig through the luggage to find the proper suit case and since I was sharing it with another sibling, she had to dig through the case to find the right underwear and shorts. She brought the clean clothing into the restroom, but as I was pulling off the sodden stinking mess, I knocked the clean underwear into the toilet. Poor Mom...
So that' it...please share your fave underwear story...
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this is not a a story of my own "panties", although i have a few of those as well, but rather it is a story of the hardest laugh i have ever had.
i hope everyone remembers the scary face doll that was being passed around for a bit, particularly between emily and sarah. well, sitting in the back of G+G's bountiful ward's sacrament meeting, either emily or i pulled off the doll's panties and tried to put them on her head in a "i'm and angry drunk!" type thing... the panties never made it fully over her head because we were laughing so hard. i honestly have never laughed so hard. i had tears full on streaming down my face and my stomach was in fits.
panties are funny... particularly when seen on places they dont belong.
Spencer--you have stories about your own panties???? That doll did not have a scarey face, it was just very expressive and you guys treated her terribly! Carrie, I don't even remember your accident(s). I guess the mind is kind and gently erases some memories. You were worth it, though.
That doll is still being passed around...or back and forth... I think EJ has it right now. I hope she didn't lose it in the move to Houston. That would be a true tragedy. Last time I saw scarey doll her head was cut wide open, and an arm was sticking out of it. And her ear was missing. You can't tell me that is "expressive", Mo. :)
Panties...panties... Never worn 'em. But really, the story that comes to mind is the infamous Oscarson campout at Babbler (sp?) state park. I had a little accident that involved gastrinal-intestinal discomfort (the tin foil dinners??!) and had to tell Mom. All I remember is her "showing" me how to wash out panties in a campground restroom toilet! Sorry, I was trying to keep it classy, but hey, that is the panty story.
Oh, at my first 7th grade dance in Jr. High, I walked out of the bathroom stall with my skirt tucked into the back of my panties. I'm still impressed that someone had the guts to tell me before I walked back out to slow dance with Hutch Novecheck. Phew!
The doll used to be expressive before you guys mutilated her beyond recognition. You remind me of the sick little neighbor boy in Toy Story. Should I be worried? I don't remember Suzie's campground potty story either. See, time is kind to mothers!
I don't know where the word "panites" was mentioned the queston. I wanted "underwear" not "panties."
I am not sure if other bloggers leave comments here, or just family memberes, but I thought this was an hystercial post.
My favorite underware story ... *chuckle*
My father was a commercial truck driver, for most of his life. One time, when I was young, we were having a "Daddy Daughter Dinner Date" in campfire girls. ( oh boy this dates me. *chuckle) Well, he had to go on a trip instead of attending the event with me.
On our way to take him to where the truck was parked, which was a long drive through the northern Las Vegas desert (which is now, practically downtown) I sat in the back seat, stewing about how unfair life was. My fathers suit case was right next to me. So in my childish mind I thought, Hummmmmm....if he doesn't have clothes, he can't go, now can he.
So... as we traveled down the road, i started slipping his clothes, one by one out the window... plaid shirts, rolled up socks, jeans.. his razor... all the while, my parents were in the front seat oblivious.
Well... the last thing to go was his underware. He wore big underware, one peice ones, that were a tee shirt and long shorts combined, with a zipper up the front. Well, out the window...they went.
Pretty soon, we could hear a siren... and low and behold..a police man was behind us, pulling us over. I started to feel nervous. I of course was turned around (who wore seat belts in those days) and I could see, as he approched our car, he was carrying a large white...OH MY WORD, MY DADS UNDERWARE...
They had hit his windshield...
Oh.. you so don't want to know the rest of the story, but.. I am thankful to this day, I still can breath!
*laughing*
Carrie Ann... just how many blogs do you have? So far I am counting 3, are there more???
Lisa and Rebecca! The more the merrier! I recently set up this blog to help keep the family in touch, since we're all blogging anyway. This blog is like an ongoing conversation about random topics. Feel free to join in, especially if you have more stories that are as funny as throwing your dad's underwear out the car window!
Amy, where is your blog about throwing the urine-laden knee socks out Grandpa's Cadilac window??... :)
Lisa--welcome to the family! That was the funniest story! Please tell us how it ended? Did your father ever recover all of his clothes? Were you grounded until you were 25? Were they able to see the absolute humor in the situation?
Lisa, that was AWESOME!
Rebecca I KNOW you got good underware material you need to get off your chest (so to speak)...
Bring it on sistas...
I'm not an Oscarson ( but I wish I was), but who doesn't love a good thread about undies?
My parents had a big Christmas party one year. My mom worked overtime making pigs in a blanket and cheese fondue. In other words, it was a real classy event.
The guest list ran the gamut from our beloved neighborhood drunk to co-workers and Church friends.
Just when the party hit full swing ,our 1 year old Beagle puppy named Bagel (after Barry Manilow's dog, isn't that tragic?)started rooting around in the laundry room and fetched my Mom's underwear that had been well, to be scientific , stained by menses.
He proudly paraded and pranced around the party growling and shaking the offending panties in his mouth. Stunned silence fell over the party and mouths dropped open and suddenly people started heading for the door en masse thanking my parents for a nice evening.
Then there's my story. Eight grade is very competitive for girls in the suburbs fashion wise. My mom thinks retail price is a cardinal sin. In honor of Valentine's Day she relented and bought me the highly prized dress that most of the girls were wearing. A red Outback Red safari style dress with ginormous shoulder pads. I wore it proudly the next day to school and felt like a Princess. Unfortunately, the fairly tale screeched to an abrupt halt when the February winds lifted up my dress when I was walking out to the school bus. Everyone saw my panties. Even worse they were Garfield with a zebra print. Worser than that? I was called The Lady In Red like the lame Gene Wilder movie for the rest of my public school career. I pinpoint that moment for making me the warped individual I am today.
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