Some days just start out funnier than others.
I met my daughter at the rec center for an early morning workout session. In my possession was the “Buff” card from the local high school. Astounding deals are possible with the card, and this one has a 2-for-1 entrance offer at our recreation center of choice. I threw the card in my bag after proudly presenting it to the attendee, who was not very impressed.
Upon leaving, I could not find that card! I had showered, so I figured I dumped it on the floor and someone else found it, though my daughter insisted she was sure I had it somewhere. Wasn’t in the pockets, wasn’t in the bag, wasn’t in the shoes. “Oh, well. Maybe someone else will feel fortunate with this screaming deal-of-a-card.”
I sat on the bench waiting for my daughter, when I noticed an odd sensation. Something was sticking to me inside my non-Victoria Secret underwear. A hearty laugh was had by all as I retrieved my highly valuable card.
However, this barely compares to the morning when my non-Victoria Secret underwear experienced static cling. It decided to make an entrance into the world from inside my husband’s golf shorts as he made his way to the first tee. I’m going to guess it just made his golf game a little better, even though I truly wished it had been the Vicky’s underwear making its debut. It was good to start the day with a hearty chuckle.