Smiling Mom

We recently retur­ned from our ‘mai­den voyage’ in our tent trai­ler.

We finally got one last month! Squee!

This was our first of four plan­ned trips for the sum­mer.  Let me just say that cam­ping in a tent trai­ler beats tent cam­ping by a mile and a half!  Espe­cially when one deci­ded to camp in Northern Cali­for­nia near the beach.

It was cold.

During the day we expo­red local tide pools and in the eve­nings Steve and I pla­yed games as the kids slept away.

The game of choice?  Bog­gle.  A game that I fondly refer to, in my head, as Suck-oogle.  Because I SUCK at that game.

It would be one thing if my mea­ger brain was pit­ted against another mea­ger brain, but unfor­tu­na­tely that’s not the case in my family.  Steve’s super power brain ran men­tal circ­les around me.  It’s pro­bably because he was a spe­lling bee cham­pion in 4^th grade.

DAMN whole lan­guage!!  You cur­sed me!

Any­way, we pretty much came out of the trip uns­cathed minus a few bro­ken pie­ces on the tent trai­ler, and ready for our next adventure.

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.

The 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!

Pssst, I’m over at SVMB today tal­king about a VERY SERIOUS addic­tion I have.…  SOS send help in the form of Twizz­lers.…

“Mom, do you know that Mar­tin Luther King Jr.‘s birth­day was Mon­day?  Ya, and it’s impor­tant because he has the same face as Barack Obama!”

“Yes, he’s an Afri­can Ame­ri­can just like Pre­si­dent Obama.”

“Ya, and did you know that Mar­tin Luther King Jr. tried to ride a bus that light tan peo­ple were riding on? And the dark brown peo­ple were not allo­wed to ride it and they kic­ked him off!!??”

“Really??”

“So Mar­tin Luther King Jr. sol­ved the pro­blem and  just made ever­yone dark brown so then they could all ride the bus!  Isn’t that cool??”

“Yes, very!”

The con­ver­sa­tion BC had with me the other day was so sweet and inno­cent.  But I think the thing I enjoy  the most is that having this con­ver­sa­tion made me appre­ciate even more that we live in a com­mu­nity where my kids are surroun­ded by peo­ple of all dif­fe­rent colors, beliefs, and orien­ta­tions.  And my kids will grow up to know that no mat­ter who a per­son is and whether or not you have the same beliefs or skin color, peo­ple are peo­ple and we can all get along.

For that I am so grateful!