If anyone is having a bad day, just take a quick read of my afternoon and i hope you at least get a laugh out of it.
OH and I had come back home after walking the dog, its been raining - you may have noticed - torrentially so and as a result my jeans looked like I'd been mud-wrestling in them.
As we only planned on quickly running around Morrissons to get some dinner, i ran up to the bedroom and grabbed some jeans from the floor (yes, yes, i know) and shoved them on and dashed out of the door.
About half way around the shop, down the custard aisle, I felt something slipping on the back of my leg.
My OH says something, I stop and turn to see him picking up a black thing from the floor.
I realise what it is before he does but didn't have time to stop before he straightens up and unfolds a pair of my knickers.
Now, i'm a granny-pant girl (comfort all the way, my friends, comfort all the way) but the other day I ran out of granny pants and broke into my "nice-pant" section (quite the reverse world, i know) so these pants were...
sigh black and lacy. Very lacey. (the shame! the shame!) and there was my OH, holding them up and practically swinging them around his head for the world to see (cringe! cringe!)
I manage to hiss at him to "getthehellridofthemyougityougithidethemnow" whilst an old lady and man pass by looking rather disapproving and the ground opens up and mercifully swallows me whole.