So I’ve been slowly trying to upgrade my work war­drobe in an attempt to look more pro­fes­sio­nal.  I’ve purcha­sed a few new shoes, shirts, and work pants.  A few weeks ago, I was chec­king myself out in the mirror at work just as I was exi­ting the bath­room and noti­ced something quite horrible.

Panty lines.

Like, as in Granny Panty lines.

Not good.

That was the day that I deci­ded it was time to try out the thong, again.  They’ve never been com­for­ta­ble, yet I seem to remem­ber hea­ring, somewhere, that they could be.

And so I began my mis­sion to find the per­fect thong, for cheap.

My search took me to Kohls where I found signs that said things like, “Barely There.” or “You’ll never know they are on!” and, “No panty lines!”

That soun­ded good to me, so I began to investigate.

The fairly benign loo­king pan­ties loo­ked really thin.

check.

No tag.

check.

Cot­tonish.

check.

Inex­pen­sive.

check.

I was willing to try fork over the cash to these girls out. But just to be sure, I bought a pair that was a size big­ger than I would usually buy.  (THE KEY TO A COMFORTABLE THONG, I dis­co­ve­red!! Trust me girls!)

I got home, washed them, and then tried them out.

2013The result?  I swear.  It’s like I’m not even wea­ring under­wear.  They are so comfortable.

AND no panty lines!!

I began strut­ting around the house, work, and play with an extra skip in my step and bounce in my errr butt.

Fee­ling good, I began chan­ging out of my work pants and into my sweats as I bent over, barely cove­red with my newly don­ned thong, when my son said, “Wooo Mom, your butt has really got­ten BIG!!”

.…

Um, excuse me?  Oh no you didn’t!!  I tur­ned around and asked for him to repeat himself.

And he did.

So, as any good mom would do, I wal­ked up to him, smac­ked him in the back of his head, and promptly chan­ged back into my granny panties.

Ahem.

Kids.

I’m telling you, he is wrong.  My butt is NOT get­ting big­ger…I think.…I just feel more com­for­ta­ble in a big­ger size panty.… I swear! It’s not my butt… it’s the cut.  I hope.

Des­pite the size of my rear, I’m thri­lled with my new find and my lack of lines.

And there you have it folks… my first post in months, about my booty.  Gotta love that!