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The Holy Underwear
The other night I was getting ready for bed when my husband Kurt walked by in underwear…
The other night I was getting ready for bed, when my husband Kurt walked by in underwear, with a small hole in the seam.
The sight of the hole made me laugh due to the memory it conjured up.
It was a memory of an incident that happened about 16 years ago when our son Evan was eight years old.
That night, Kurt walked through the bedroom, in a similar fashion, except for one difference — his underwear looked more like Swiss cheese.
I remember standing there speechless as I watched him cross the room shocked that after so many years together he was still able to surprise me.
I mean, this was a person so picky he felt uncomfortable using a public restroom. Yet, he was wearing underwear that I wouldn’t use to clean a public restroom.
Still, I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.
After all, it was possible he had no idea his underwear was full of holes — maybe he got dressed in the dark. Although, I don’t know how he would have figured out which holes to put his feet through.
Regardless, I just smiled lovingly at the man I had committed my life to and…