This is not my first plank story about underwear. I am not an underwear expert by any means, as you are about to learn. We have very close friends who live on a street with the name Dusty Bottom Lane. They once bought Matt a pair of Duluth underwear—definitely the best underwear in the world. (I don’t sell for them, I just know Matt speaks very highly of them.) One day Matt had to climb up into the rafters of our house to hang a curtain. He went up wearing only in his undies. He came down, wearing his Duluth boxers and a layer of dust all over his bottom. I laughed and suggested that: “We have to text a picture of your dusty bottom in the underwear they gave you.” Without missing a beat Matt responded: “We are not sending anyone a picture.” Fair enough. I get that.
So instead I just sent a text: Matt’s bottom is dusty from climbing up in the rafters in his Duluth undies. He won’t let me send you a pic so neither can you see the underwear you got him or his actual dusty bottom. SEND
Then I immediately started repeating, “Oh, no. Oh no.”
Matt wondered what the panic was all about. I accidentally sent that text to a client with the same name as our friend. Luckily she is a super understanding client that I’ve had a long time who has a good sense of humor. But still, pretty poor form on my part. When I informed Matt of the error, he declared, “We are never sexting.” Good idea. I concur.
When I told my mom this story, she asked, “Are you guys considering sexting?”
Sadly, that is not the only underwear story we had in our household recently.
Since I tell somewhat embarrassing stories of my family and friends, it seems only fair that I share one of my own. This morning I woke up and got dressed for my first client. I’m usually pretty good at getting dressed. On her first exercise, she mentioned that I had something on my foot. I looked down to see my underwear. Sadly, it wasn’t a case where you have underwear or a sock stuck in your pant leg from having done laundry. When I saw the underwear around my ankle, I immediately realized that was the underwear I thought I’d put on that morning. I had no underwear on. The only underwear I was wearing was on my ankle. I still can’t figure out how this happened. I get dressed in the dark, but that doesn’t really seem like an excuse. My entire day is spent trying to make people feel, and I couldn’t even tell if I had underwear on. It seemed like a total fail, except for providing us an exceptional laugh, which I guess is a pretty good way to start a day. I corrected the error immediately following her class.
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