As you may know, we are currently staying with my in-laws while we wait to close on our house. This is the story of one girl's quest to do laundry at her in-laws house.
I'm normally quite adept at laundry, whisking it from the dyer at the peak of warm fluffiness. Yesterday, however, I became distracted from the task at hand. I left to pick up Jeff from work when I realized that I had forgotten to remove my last load of laundry from the dryer. I hoped that no one wanted to use the dryer during the half hour I was gone, because I didn't want to seem like the rude daughter-in-law who leaves her things in the dryer. Especially since I'm already the daughter-in-law that breaks dishes and sets off the house alarm at 7 in the morning.
Alas, I was too late. I came back and my mother-in-law was taking my clothes out of the dryer. I was apologizing when she pulled out an article of clothing and began exclaiming over it. "These are so cute, she said noting the bows at the top, Oh. Pause. And they have slits in them? What do you wear these with?"
The "these" in question were a pair of thigh highs. Not thigh highs you buy at Target to wear under every day clothes. Not even thigh highs that you might see gracing the legs of someone who thinks that fashion from the movie Clueless is still in style. No. These were bedroom thigh highs. Risque thigh highs. Thigh highs that live in my lingerie drawer.
I won't describe them in detail to you because you, dear reader, do not need to be privy to my bedroom attire. But know that no one would wear such a thing in public.
I am looking at them and trying to decide how to answer. On the one hand, if I tell her that they are lingerie then we will both be embarrassed. On the other hand, if I let her assume I wear this particular pair as regular attire then I will look as though I dress like I a tramp on a daily basis.
I mumbled something like "oh you know, with clothes" and went about folding my laundry somewhat red-faced. I decided that in the end, avoiding any conversation relating to the fact that I try to make babies with her son was the way to go.
