I'm sure all of you are guilty of doing last minute stuff. Some of you are also ok with having to pack your bags just an hour or 30 minutes prior to leaving for a planned trip. I'm that way sometimes too.
So just yesterday, I had dinner with my boyfriend and his family (his parents and 3 brothers). So I was the only girl there aside from his mother. Anyhow, this was not a spur of the moment dinner. It was more like a weekly dinner with his family. For 4 years into our relationship I should already know by now that we have this dinner every single week. I still put an effort into my appearance, how I look in front of his family (his parents are a bit conservative). My boyfriend called me an hour before our scheduled dinner and told me that he would be leaving the house soon to come pick me up and that I should be ready by the time he arrives. Ok sure, no problem, I assured him that I was almost done getting dressed and everything.
By the time he arrived I was not done yet, as expected. I was still drying my hair and still trying to decide on what to wear. And after all that I did my nails in a french manicure. Boyfriend started nagging and I knew he was really trying his best to be patient with me. So I ran to my drawer and grabbed my hanky (I just can't live without my handkerchief/ hanky) and placed it inside my purse.
We arrived 25 minutes late at the restaurant where we were to have dinner, but it was ok, I guess since the food wasn't there yet. All the sudden my boyfriend sneezed. One of the old ladies behind him sprayed some old lady perfume which just made everyone's nose itch! So anyhow, boyfriend asked me for my hanky and I said it was in my purse. He wrinkled his nose and his eyes started to squint, I knew a big sneeze would be coming soon. He hurriedly grabbed my hanky and placed it over his mouth and nose and sneezed. And to my surprise I just wanted to die. I'm pretty sure everyone saw what I just saw. It wasn't my hanky he had over his mouth and nose when he sneezed. It was my
RED UNDERWEAR!!!! He dropped the red underwear on his plate from shock. And I didn't know whether to pick it up from his plate and stuff it in my purse or crawl under the table and hide. Oh my goodness, I wanted to die right there! I could hear my heart beat faster and slower at the same time. How did my undies get inside my purse? I must have grabbed my red underwear when I was in a hurry and thought it was my red hanky. NOTE TO SELF: NEXT TIME MAKE SURE TO SEPARATE UNDIES FROM HANKIES IN MY DRAWER!!!
So to make matters worst, his brother starts laughing and says, "NICE!" So then everyone starts laughing and I had to explain how that got in there.
On the way home, we were just laughing and laughing, then I blamed it on the boyfriend for rushing me, though I know it was my fault to begin with. lols...
Oh poor my...my misery is your entertainment folks. hahahaha