In our underwear

There’s a lot I could say about today. It was a gorgeous end-of-summer day here at Hoton Lake and there was plenty of time spent on the Pontoon Bote. The few parts of my body that weren’t well covered up got good and burned but it’s the kind of burn that will turn to tan and my face, which does not EVER tan, was well covered.

I took a fair number of photos today and some of them were better than this one, which is waaaaaay apped to the point of surrealistic color. I did that because I had to grab my phone quickly to get a photo (I did a burst) in low light of the Twinz of Terror cutting the Hoton Lake lawn in their underwear. Actually I am not sure that the Uncly Uncle is truly wearing undies but the GG definitely is. And they have holes in them to boot.

Before the GG retaaaaared, I discussed with him how I did not want long hair, excessive facial hair, or finding him hanging out in his underwear. I know these things are really the GG’s choice and not mine but I needed to express my opinion. Long hair didn’t happen. I lived with what *I* considered excessive facial hair for a while but that eventually went away. Undies? Hmmmm.

Once, not long after his retaaaaaarment, I encountered a wee bit of drama when I came home from work. It was summer and one of the beach urchins was temporarily living in the Lyme Lounge (in our driveway) while her apartment was undergoing renovation. The issue? “Moom, DAAAD is working in the front yard in his underwear!” Indeed, he was.

As much as I did not want the GG walking around the front yard in a thin pair of undies that didn’t do a whole lot to disguise his, well you know what, I was kind of cracking up when I confronted him. His response? “She ratted me out.” Meaning the beach urchin, who was quick to say that *she* didn’t want him out there in that kind of attire any more than I did.

2 Responses to “In our underwear”

  1. Pooh Says:

    “And they have holes in them to boot.”

    Could have said, “and they have holes in them to booty!”

    Or Djibouti, but that’s a whole ‘nother place.

  2. Margaret Says:

    At least they are boxers and not tighty whiteys.