Only a handful of days are left before school starts. I’m starting to freak out a little.
So, to distract myself, here’s the great underwear caper story: Last summer, a group of people who shall remain nameless (I don’t think they read this blog, but just in case) decided to prank another person, who shall also remain nameless because I am terrified she will retaliate. The first group was tossing out fairly lame ideas, so I reasonably suggested that if they were going to go to all the trouble to do something, they should do something big, like steal her underwear and leave it in a public place. It was a SUGGESTION, people. I had nothing to do with the subsequent stealing of undergarments. (Although I may have suggested where they turned up, on a very public beach road, a few days later.) Nor did I have anything to do with how they were shrink-wrapped around the victim’s mini-van. Jeez!
So, this summer, all my undergarments were stolen, dipped in water, and frozen solid, which at least helped with the heat. And it could have been much worse, I suppose. The friend in question has major connections — she has the cell phone number of the ice cream truck. For days, I kept imaging my things being passed out along with the ice pops and Good Humor bars. Although I am still missing one pair …. which is what’s stopping me from posting photos. : )