Can you pass me those?
We were sitting in the living room watching tv the other night. I had three hampers full of clean clothes and was determined to get them folded before morning. Halfway through the first hamper Sean absentmindedly started picking items out and folding them. I dared not breath, so grateful for the help. We sat folding in companionable silence, the stacks on the ottoman growing satisfyingly taller.
After a few minutes Sean began to smile. I paused, watching him. His while face lit up and his eyes danced. I found myself smiling back. Finally I said, "What is it? Why are you laughing?" excited to get in on the fun.
He smiled for another moment, the laughter barely contained, as he folded a pair of my underwear and placed them upon a wobbly stack. He turned and patted the last pair and smiled devilishly, "They just keep getting bigger and bigger."
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Oh Sean, you better watch it or you are going to get a cup of icy cold water thrown over the curtain at you in your morning shower.
Just remember he has to go to sleep sometime.....
ooof! how does that happen? you wake up one day and you're wearing bridget jones' knickers!
LOL and it is TOTALLY his fault.
hehhee oh no!
Ha! I agree with flutter that Sean definitely had a hand in that.
But then again, according to my husband, anything bigger than a thong is the equivalent of granny panties.
Agreeing with Flutter too. ;)
That stinker!
Did you at least swat him?
You know what you should do? You should replace all of Sean's underwear with XXS, tags removed, of course. Then, when he is standing there in his impossibly tight underwear it is smackdown time!
Of course, if he is a boxer man, my plan is crap. Also, he reads your blog, so, yeah.
hahaha ... cheeky!
What did you throw at him?
It's a good thing he is helpful and cute and all that when he makes precarious comments.
Oh dear.
Oh how I can relate. They are approaching tent size with this pregnancy!
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