So, I'm scantily clad. We'll just leave it at that. If you are more curious than that, just picture a HANES HER WAY commercial or some such undergarment advertisement. That would be me. Like I said, I was getting ready to hit the road, and my state of undress was not priority. I was in a rush, or maybe I just wanted to match my children who are perpetually in their underpants and less.
To get to the meat of the story, I was rummaging through my purse which happened to be in the cargo area of the car. With the back hatch door lifted, my head stooped inside the cargo area, and my butt in the air, Sam opened the garage door for me. I have to say "for" me because he SWORE that he was just trying to give me a little more light to dig by. Ya know, it actually didn't dawn on me immediately that I needed to duck and cover. No, I'd say my reaction time was rather disappointing for a mother of three. I should've known to be ready to run. Instead, I was more worried about the garage door ripping off the lift gate of the car. At some point, I must've felt a draft because I jumped into the back of the car and pulled the hatch down behind me. Somewhere, someone designed a hatch that is as difficult as sin to close behind yourself as you jump in nakey. Anyway. After lots of screaming and wailing on my part, Sam was finally convinced to put the door back down so Mommy could crawl out of the car. In her underwear. I'm telling ya, the humilation was right up there with my naked frog dance. At least that one wasn't on public view.
I did find my concealer. Just so ya know.
3 comments:
LOL -- can't say that has happened to me but only because you can't open my van door when the garage door is closed. No room. At least there were no nosy neighbors wondering what the heck you were up to. ;)
Classic!!! You will probably turn up on youtube somewhere or on a porn site!
I think it would be fun to live in your neighborhood and see all the crazy things that go on at the Pinkie household. :) Y'all crack me up!
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