Intro to Everyday Underwear

I was trying to think of a catchy name for my blog the other day. You know, an identity, a branding, a catchphrase people wouldn't soon forget. And it had to be witty. I was folding laundry the other day when it hit me. I had a tidy little stack of my underwear in a pile on top of the dryer. Even though my kids and husband make fun of them, my everyday underwear are my comfort zone, my security blanket, my "I don't care because nobody sees them" wear. I don't care what they think, even though they actually do see my everyday underwear. They're not old lady. I would never wear granny panties! They may be earthy colors and not hot pink, but they're not granny panties, I swear! They're bikini, for crying out loud! Old ladies don't wear bikini underwear and I am only forty-two. They're microfiber. They're silky and they're wonderful. They're Hanes, the fabric of our lives! No, wait, that's cotton. Anyway, they feel light as a feather and I can hardly tell they're under the old pantaloons. I'm not French, by the way. I'm just using the word 'pantaloons' because I feel like it.

Don't get me wrong. I have other underwear. I have the va-va-voom underwear, the sporty underwear, the underwear I'll wear if I lose 30 pounds - but those three categories rarely make an appearance on my butt. My favorite underwear is the everyday underwear. It's what I like. That's what I want this blog to be. Everyday Underwear for you and you and you and yes, you too, sir! I can't promise to be brief. I can't promise not to chafe. I can't promise there won't be wedgies occasionally. But I can promise you'll be entertained. So stay tuned. My life is quite interesting. I'm told that my witty and entertaining way of telling these stories of my life tickles the fancies of others. I love to share, so I'm sharing the inner workings of my mind with you. I'm as comfortable as everyday underwear and you won't want to be without that for very long, trust me.

By the way, no thongs allowed. Ouch!