Guess what dad forgot to pack?

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That’s the text I sent to my daughter after I finally composed myself.  It was Saturday morning in Savannah and I had just finished leisurely reading the paper and enjoying my second cup of coffee. My sweaty husband was back from the hotel gym and busy rummaging through his duffel bag…

rummaging…and rummaging..

and rummaging.

“Well, this isn’t good” he finally muttered, “I forgot to pack my underwear.”

“WHAAAT?” I gasped, “are you sure?”

He dumped the contents of his bag on the bed and looked up at me like a lost puppy..”yes, I’m sure. The only pair I have are these- and now they are drenched in sweat.”

Now I ask you, who looks at a lost dog and laughs? Who is that darn cruel?

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Me, that’s who..for about a solid three minutes.

And then came the teasing and the texts to alert the kids… Can you believe your dad overlooked THIS? HAHA!!

I know, I know – and again I ask, who does that to someone in their most vulnerable moment?  I’m a beast-it’s true..I loathe this part of me.. (well, kinda.)

After his shower, we discussed our options. There were plenty of serious things to consider, like chafing .. which can ruin a walking tour for sure.. so we had to carefully consider all possible pros and cons.

Wear the sweaty underwear? No- Way too gross and problematical on multiple levels.

Wear my Victoria’s Secret underwear? Umm, no..just no…  Although truth be told,  I think I may have once (long ago) found myself in a similar situation and had to wear his Hanes.

Go commando? Why yes, yes he did.

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I always hate to see chain stores and restaurants in historic districts. I feel it is in such poor taste and not at all in keeping with the purists’ concept of true and authentic  preservation. But let me just say, we were beyond excited to see a GAP store nestled in between the gift shops selling bow ties and canvas belts with shrimp silkscreened on them… and yes, not only did they have underwear, but hey..they were having a sale!

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So all was back in order as he stepped out of the fitting room, and that was good not only for my husband, but for me as well as I was slowly running out of merciless jokes about old men who don’t wear undergarments and other things… We went on to enjoy a comfortable day under white, cotton clouds getting fully ‘briefed’ on the history of the South.

Later that evening I wore my brand new dress out to Noble Fare, another one of our favorite little restaurants in town. I don’t know what it is about vacation, but my fashion choices are always bolder. The dress I wore was brightly colored, cut above the knees (!!) with dramatic sleeves that fluttered with every gesture. This little ditty was fun to wear, especially with my chunky, corky wedges. I really felt like a million bucks, and not the wrinkly, crinkly kind, but a million, crisp, hot off the printing press, YOUNG bucks if you know what I mean!  As my husband and I reached around the single long stemmed rose in the center of the table and gently touched the rims of our wine glasses together for a lovely toast, something white on my ruffled sleeve caught my eye…

Yup, there it was..and there it had been for the last hour or so as I pranced around the hotel and Savannah and the restaurant ..

Yes..there it was dangling for all to see- the price tag for my dress!

How could I have overlooked THIS?

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A sly smile spread across my husband’s face.  Let the old lady jokes begin…

 

 

 

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photocredit:spongebob.wikia.com,www.thesun.co.uk,officialhuskylovers.com

5 comments

    • For a while there, we were traveling a lot and I also left some staples in my suitcase- it was easier that way..I told my husband that he should lay his stuff out before he packs it..But he travels a lot more than me, so this is like a teacher getting a lecture from a student.. He really couldn’t believe he forgot his underwear..HAHA..hey, it happens…kinda like walking around with the tag on your clothes..or your shirt inside out..I’ve done both of those things lately..😧

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