Don’t Pull That

I’ve had a very busy last few weeks. My kid is organizing a Christmas Parade which turned into the Hubby and I doing a large majority of the work. She’s a wonderful kid so we don’t mind helping out, it’s given us some extra family time (considering she’s a teenager and actually still wants us around is amazing in itself), and it has been really fun. We made this massive castle, a train, signs, got tons of candy. I was super excited…for the kids!! LOL

Get down to the big day on Saturday and it poured rain and iced all day. Long story short…the parade got canceled.

It was decided to be rescheduled, but we didn’t have all the information right away. Soon all thoughts of the parade were out of mind.

Well…. this morning getting ready for work I noticed a string on my briefs. It didn’t appear to be attached to anything so I pulled it. I know! I know! Everyone always tells you to never pull those stupid strings, but nothing happened so off to work I went.

Depending on the day and how many bloody/vomit/urine/sticky-nasty situations I get myself into, I change my scrubs from few times to several times a day. At one point in the locker-room, I felt a breeze ((big breeze)) and realized that pesky string had been part of the seam on the back of my boxer briefs. Now, there was a very large hole. I couldn’t help, but laugh at myself.

I took a quick picture and sent to Hubby with a message: My ass is so fabulous it broke my underwear. It takes more than cotton to contain me!

A few minutes later I got an update about the parade. It’s been rescheduled for this weekend and to notify everyone of the change in date/time. Being the responsible adult that I am, I forward the message to several friends/family members.

My sister was the first to respond with: OMG! What the Hell is wrong with you???

That’s when I realized I had forwarded the wrong message.