It’s unlike me to be unprepared.
Sure, it happens from time to time. I forget to return papers to school here, key ingredients forgot at the store there. I’m a list-maker; day planner; set an extra reminder on the iPhone kinda’ gal. These lapses in preparedness leave me utterly frustrated.
So when I arrived at my parent’s house for a three day stay over Thanksgiving without a toothbrush, a clean bra, pajamas, or underwear – yet remembering absolutely every stinkin’ thing for every other member of my family, not to mention an extra batch of dinner rolls and a gallon of soup and dozens of eggs – you can only imagine my utter frustration.
Arriving on the eve of Thanksgiving, there wasn’t time to drive to the big city for my forgotten essentials. I scavenged for an extra toothbrush, slept in some of Brent’s extra clothes, and washed my undies each morning.
On Black Friday afternoon, my sister and I made a quick trip to the big city. I had an errand to run at the mall; she said she had coupons for Victoria’s Secret. Praise the Lord.
I headed straight to the back of the store, where they keep the plain, cotton panties. I reached for the bottom drawer, way in the back, and pulled out five pair (because it’s always a better deal when you buy five; every girl knows that): two greys, a navy blue, a white and a beige. I paused for a moment and thought about a red pair, challenging my inner Sarah Plain & Tall, but noticed there was some writing on the back side and quickly put down the red panties.
We stopped at HyVee on the way home for Mucinex, a bottle of wine and peppermint mocha coffee creamer. That’ll cure what ails ya.
Fast forward to early, dark early, Saturday morning. I’m digging clothes out of my bag and getting dressed for a fun day in the even bigger city with my mom and sisters. By the light of my iPhone, I pull out my clothes for the day. The light of my phone caught something that shimmered. Strange, I didn’t bring anything that’s shimmery. I don’t even own anything that shimmers.
I tip toe downstairs to the bathroom to get dressed. I reach for a clean, new pair of plain grey undies, and that something shimmery is staring right back at me. In large, shimmery script letters across the rear-end side of the plain grey undies, is the phrase…
party girl 2015.
I can’t believe what I’m seeing. I’m without words. Wholly embarrassed. Sensing the self-deprecating humor.
I tip toe to the kitchen to show Brent and Mom my shimmery undies. They spewed coffee and peppermint mocha creamer across the kitchen table. I tip toe back upstairs to find the actual plain grey undies.
I still have the party girl panties. They’re in the back of my drawer, and serve as my emergency pair for the day the washing machine breaks down. Which will inevitably happen on the same day I end up in the emergency room wearing the party girl panties much to the surprise of the local doctors.
You can bet I’ll never forget to pack my undies again.
So whether or nor we're prepared for what 2015 has to offer, when we find ourselves surprised by something shimmery and unexpected, just remember, it’ll make a great story.