My Underwear are Burning Down The House
What a powerful statement, right? I WISH.
My underwear are cotton boy-shorts from Target and hold zero sex appeal. So while the statement may not be powerful or sexy, it’s still ALMOST true.
Friday night I stayed home and did my laundry. That’s what happens without the power of pretty panties; no one wants to date me. Instead I watched “Dollhouse” while wearing said underwear and my Vanilla Ice concert shirt.
During a commercial break I walked upstairs to grab something and noticed this:
Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t that a house fire? I completely panicked.
I ran downstairs, grabbed Daisy and headed outside. Once we got out there I realized, um, it’s winter, cold as balls and I don’t have any pants on. I also noticed that nothing smelled like smoke. The air smelled warm and cuddly, kinda like the load of white shirts, socks and underwear in the dryer.
Oh.
Yeah.
That’s right… the dryer is vented outside. My house wasn’t burning down after all. Thank god, because I really wanted to watch the end of “Dollhouse.’
Comments
I am sending skanky underwear STAT.
I love that smell. Not your underwear, just the dryer vent smell.
Are you one of those people who calls 911 when they see the flames on the refinery?
if your house was really on fire, the hot fire men would show up and wrap your semi-nakedness in one of those foil blankets, so it wouldn’t be all bad.
I love the dryer vent smell, too. I consider the scent of my undies a little gift to the neighborhood.
Wanting to hear more about the Vanilla Ice concert t-shirt. Wanting to in a not-really-wanting-to sort of way.
hahahahaha. i so made the a/c people come out last winter because i thought our house was catching fire when i turned on the heat. ummm… forgot about the year’s worth of dust that was just making things stinky. my husband was about to kill me for that not-so-cheap-and-completely-unnecessary service call.
Don’t feel bad. I’ve done the same thing a couple of times.