The underwear chronicles

An image of my thong
Yesterday after my husband arrived at work, he went upon his usual routine of changing into his work clothes, nothing exciting you would think? What happened when he put his leg into his pants? Well a nicely washed thong of mine fell to the floor.

There was another individual in the change room at the time. Now whether or not he saw what had happened, my husband does not know, since he quickly picked up the damaging evidence, and tossed them in his locker.

I of course told the children about this, the young man thought it was gross, while the eldest wondered if dad had something he wanted to tell us?

Later on in the day, I posted this on Facebook, and well it seems this has happened to quite a few individuals, so many I thought we could probably start a Facebook group called “The underwear chronicles”.

Years ago as I was running across the lawn of the local hospital for an appointment, I felt something fall from the inside of my pant leg. Lo and behold there was a pair of my underwear on the grass. I quickly scanned the area to see if anyone had noticed, then I completely ignored what had just occurred. Now the funny thing is, when I finished my appointment, and took the same path back, the underwear was gone, and it was not a windy day.

Have you lost your underwear? What did you do?


When I was in high school I would never get changed in front of other girls in gym class, I don’t know what I was so afraid of but I just couldn’t do it. Fast forward a lot of years into my forties and something happened, I can only blame it on perimenopause, because I was no longer afraid of my nudity. I started wearing low-cut shirts, blouses, and sundresses, much to the dismay of my kids, though not my husband (I would also go swimming without the bathing suit top but I was considerate and made sure they were not around). The reason I gave them, was that it is legal to go topless in Ontario, and they should actually be happy, that well, mom isn’t sitting at the kitchen table without her top on. I also said to the teenage boy, that since he goes without a shirt on hot days, why can’t mom? Of course, he thought I was disgusting. Jeez. They are only boobs son, you have them.

What do you think, is nudity no longer a problem as you get older or are you covering up more now?