I see someone’s underpants.
"I like mine with a little pepper."
So, there she was, this forty-something…and I’m talking something, as in a few years older than me… 46ish? By no means was the woman unattractive nor was she out of shape. But ladies, when you hit a certain age, say, over 18, you don’t show your panties to strangers. Especially not impressionable children.
Look, I’m all for keeping yourself young but let’s keep the attire age appropriate or at least a few more inches up your butt crack. And personally, I just have a pet peeve about unmatching unders. Maybe I’m making an assumption here but is there really a decent bra out there that matches that thong? I don’t think so. Certainly not one that could have supported what she was toting (sorry boys, not pictured), trust me on that. If I’m wearing black undies, there’s going to be a black bra. I seriously have this thing about ending up in a car crash and the EMTs noticing that things aren’t matching. So, I make sure I match. Seriously.
Anyway, our sister just looked too contrived and like she was trying too hard for the masses and her husband looked like he was just doing duty because he’d worked in the city all week, had his fun in his swingin’ bachelor pad in Manhattan and had to take her out on the weekend to keep the peace.
So, girls — note to selves. Unless you are crazy-hot and crazy-young and crazy drunk (and maybe the rest of us need to be crazy drunk too), showing your panties when you’re stone cold sober is just unacceptable. Entertaining, yes, but unacceptable. Translation: wardrobe malfunction. And trust me, this is the pulled down version of her shirt. Prior to my getting the picture, she pulled her shirt down in back. I think I must’ve tipped her off with a very audible ‘guffaw’ followed by, “Lisa, gimme the camera, gimme the camera, gimme the camera!!!!” A girl knows when her knickers are showin’. I go so far as to squat first in my jeans, then readjust my skivvies to make sure they don’t try to jump out of the back of my pants. You knoooooow when they are showing or are going to show!
This one is actually the best. You get to see more skin. Click on the pic to get the best view.
Oh my!
In fact, one of the funniest parts about that picture is the look of disgust on the face of the frenchman in the background in that postcard on the wall. It was a french restaurant so I’m pretty sure he’s french. He’s saying, “Quelle horreur!”
Mm…good times.
Anyway, that chocolate smeared around Andrew’s mouth was from the chocolate mousse. Which, people, was damn, damn good.
So, there you have it — Part II of my CT recap. And what a great part it is.
Love and kisses, all!
