I wear frumpy underpants.
I'm old.
Really and truly old.
It is 4 days before my 28th birthday and it's finally happened. I actually realized it yesterday, while getting my class cleaned up to go home.
I went to put a book on my bookshelf in the corner when I saw it. The LITTLE GIRL who sits in the desk in the corner was squatting to get her books out from under her chair. Exposed, over the top of her pants, was the tiniest red lace thong I've ever seen.
OY.
Really and truly old.
It is 4 days before my 28th birthday and it's finally happened. I actually realized it yesterday, while getting my class cleaned up to go home.
I went to put a book on my bookshelf in the corner when I saw it. The LITTLE GIRL who sits in the desk in the corner was squatting to get her books out from under her chair. Exposed, over the top of her pants, was the tiniest red lace thong I've ever seen.
OY.
Miss M told you so @ 1:41 AM
4 Comments:
I have no idea whether to crack up or be appalled! Jeez...
ok, I just had to add that in 6th grade I was still wearing those panties that come in the 6-pack at department stores. You know, the ones with the little frilly trim and flowers printed on them. Truth be told, I think I was still wearing undershirts, because goodness knows I didn't need a bra. sheesh...
How scary is that? Was this a sixth grader? Yikes....
Happy Birthday!!!!!!!
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