undawears!

So this story is too good to forget to share.

The other day we had horrible wind storms in the Valley that left some people without power and almost left me without underpants.

Sean and I were at the laundromat on Sunday and my load had just finished drying when the power went out. I was literally the only person who was finished, so everybody was giving me dirty looks. I told Sean we better skedaddle right out of there.

As we walk outside with my overflowing laundry basket, the wind picks up and my hair flies into my eyes, rendering me blind. I shake my bangs out of my eyelashes and see, to my horror, the wind has picked up a pair of my undawears! And they're flying, like the plastic bag in American Beauty, across the parking lot, into the next parking lot, rapidly flying toward the Long John Silvers!

So I shout, "SEAN! GO GET MY UNDAWEARS!" because I'm too busy clutching my laundry basket to my chest. A sweater starts to go, too, so he sticks that in my mouth and sloooooooowly goes after the undawears. It was CHAOS.

Once we were safely in the car, undawears in tow, we laughed and laughed hysterically, but for a moment, it was horrifying.