While at my place of employment today, I received a call from Sleepless, who was experiencing some frustrations with work matters. “It gets my panties all up in a wad,” she told me and followed it with a sigh. I had what I believed to be sound advice for her, “That is exactly why I don’t wear panties. Well, that’s not exactly why, it’s just one reason. And, truth be told, I do don a fullback every now and again. My point is, however, if you’re not wearing them, they can’t be wadded.” I’ve no doubt this little tip will resolve her work matter.
A little while later, I got a call from another friend whose panties were also all up in a wad because I hadn’t included her in the blog the other night. “Tree and I were talking about this last night and we were both disappointed. He even said, ‘I was giving her good stuff all night long. Nothing.'” I tried to interject, but That’s Not Chinese continued, “So I told him, ‘At least you were in it. My mom danced to Wilson Phillips’ Hold On – she loves that song, told me it got her through so many hard times – but no, I’m not in it.'” “Are you sure you’re not in it?” I asked. “Trust me,” she told me with great confidence, “I look for myself. Not in it.” “That’s good stuff,” I told her. “Bet you’ll be in it today.”