Men, Don’t Let This Happen to You

I keep a list of odds and ends I need to pick up from different stores. Sometimes MyHusband will be going out and he’ll take the list and pick up what I need. This happened a few weeks ago. I was kinda tired and grumpy so he decided to take the kids to Target, and he took the Target list. My Target list looked something like this

Tights – (Youngest)
Raincoat – (Oldest)
Socks – (MyHusband)
Pack of underwear – Me

I didn’t think about it. At least not until he came home.

“They didn’t have your size underwear so I bought the largest ones they had. The saleslady said they didn’t carry underwear in your size.”

A little confused, I cocked my head to the side and pulled the pack of underwear out of the bag. Then I opened the package and held them up for him to see. He turned a little pale.

“Exactly how big do you think my ass is?” I asked him.

He sat down in his chair and pondered the question while wearing the classic deer in the headlight look.

After a brief discussion in which we discussed that panty size and pants size is not the same thing we started to see the humor in the situation.

I know he didn’t mean anything by it, but next time I’m at the pharmacy, I’m buying some extra small condoms. All’s fair in love and war.