I really have to stop reusing titles, but it just seemed like the thing to do again.
Daughter surfed into the Victoria’s Secret lingerie fashion show on TV this evening. The man of the house paused in his reading of the newspaper to have a look, too … naturally. Which doesn’t bother me in the slightest. It’s perfectly fine for him to read menus, just as long as he dines at home, if you catch my drift. I had to leave the room to answer the wretched phone for what seemed like the thousandth time today, and apparently missed “a moment” while absent. Stephanie, being the brat that she is, asked him which outfit he fancied on which model. His reply?
“I’d take your mother in baggy granny panties any day over one of those creatures in that ridiculously expensive lingerie.”
What can I say? 🙂
P.S. The baggy granny panties thing was just to illustrate his point. It’s not an indication of the contents of my underwear drawer. Comfort, yes. Granny, no. There are limits on old-fashioned and traditional. 😉