so last nite we went out to dinner with my sistah and her hubs, as they just moved here (woohoo! more escapades more frequently!!!). so we were rushing around mad, trying to get ready after school and work, in less than an hour to meet them. i showered as the kids thundered around in royal disarray. i finally hollered at huny to go "assist" the spawn in preparation. minutes later he trudged downstairs, clutching a pair of black "tightie whities" men's size. "explain?" he demanded. "i don't know. " i said and went back to drying my hair. i honestly didn't . huny continued to stare at me and said "REALLY???", then the giggles began behind him. "What?" he said to bailey, who replied "THOSE ARE POPPAS!!!"
huny squealed like a school girl, made a horrified face and dropped them on the ground. turns out, grannie washes dominic and poppa's clothes together when they stay there and must have sent a wad of skivies home. (this has happened before, only it was my undies returned in a plastic baggie...which makes me question my father's choice in hanes.)
as if any man of mine would be caught in those kind of drawers...
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