Underwear

We just went out for a bite to a local Mexican joint and Jim is very tired after working until nine last night. A new neighbor said hello and we invited him on our journey. He had already met Jim and Zoe on Ike night last Friday, when all her friends were in the Bayou swimming but she’d just had a bath.

So we shared a cheese quesadilla and side of guacamole and Jim had the fajita beef enchiladas.

So, I spent a while on the phone with my sister Lisa today, and considerably more time with m-i-l Margie. What we came up with was unmentionable. I gave my version of the most comfortable, and so did my sister. She said Mom can’t die right now because she just bought new underwear.

Margie said that she sent both of her boys to college in tighty whities and they both came back with different solutions! Months ago I bought a pack of three cotton knit boxer briefs for my love. Two were in OK colors.

He was dressing for his first day at the new job and put on bright red shorts, what I call the Santa Pants. I said, no, no way you’re going to get in an accident on the way to work and they’re going to find you in Santa (bright red) underwear.

Lisa suggested I not go to the scene, but then I thought I should and just disavow any knowledge of him and take off these offensive undies.

If it were Mom in younger days, these would have “blown off the line.” That’s what she did with things she didn’t like. Presumably Dad’s “bum shirt” and leisure suit went that route.

It’s good to air all our clean, dirty laundry in public! Hope you’re enjoying it. Tomorrow it’s homemade Mac and Cheese with fresh grape tomatoes, and arugula and perhaps homemade cole slaw. The brisket messed me up, but I may re-heat that for guests tomorrow or Saturday. I miss seeing folks around here and have been too tired and insular.

All the best for a good evening. I am thinking good thoughts for us all. Dee