I guess I don't want to talk about it either

I know I haven't posted in two weeks - geez I feel such shame and guilt. Guess I better give you a funny story to make it up.

Dateline: Living room.

Scene: me sitting on couch, watching TV.

Brandelion: in the restroom right by the living room.

Enter Brandelion, stage left. Fast paced walk, no pants, no underwear. Only wearing a t-shirt.

Me: uh, Brandelion???

Him: (holding hand up in a "talk to the hand" fashion), Don't ask. I don't want to talk about it.

Exit Brandelion, stage right. Bare bottom. Very cute.

I'm not sure what happened in that restroom. He came back out a few minutes afterwards and picked his pants and superman underwear up out of the bathroom and put them in the washer.

Don't ask.

Peace Out,

Working Gal