I believe I've told you all, in the past, that I Mel happyhaunt am a shoe girl. Well, more specifically, a BOOT girl. I like boots of all types much more than boring old shoes. And I'm just more used to boots. Wearing them with my cadet uniform at West Point and all. Well, I digress, because I'm really supposed to be talking about lingerie here. As much as I LOVE footwear... I ALSO love underwear. Of all kinds. Frilly things and not-so-frilly things. I spend a great deal of DH's hard-earned coin on unmentionables and so forth. I make some money of my own, now and again, and that I spend on the kids... or save for us all. But, I gotta say that my lingerie habit has always been considered ACCEPTABLE to my lovely brideman. My favourite store is called La Senza. Here. In Canada. Because we don't have a Victoria's Secret. Just the catelogue. Which mysteriously DISAPPEARS everytime it gets delivered to our house. Damn CAT! So... The General always knows where to shop for me for my birthday and Christmas and other holidays based around giving and receiving panties. Now... that may be a Canadian thing. So don't worry if you don't celebrate quite the way we do. Here. In the Great White North.
Now... The Blessed Reviled General and myself have very different styles of dress. I must say. The General prefers the colours black, brown and navy. She likes turtlenecks and sweaters. Cords. Long baggy skirts. The General is generally... frumpy. I, on the other hand, like vintage 60's and 70's clothing. Vintage jewellery. Kickbutt heels. And men in skirts. And thongs. So....... The General shops for me at La Senza but never buys me anything "tiny". Only jammies, t-shirts, workout gear, yada, yada. She NEVER buys me underwear of any sort. That is what I'm sayin'. To you all.
One Christmas not too long ago... I unwrapped a gift from the Beloved Despised General and saw that it was a Christmas Tree Ornament from La Senza. It was a ball-shaped globe of bright red with the words "La Senza" on it and a satin loop to hang it on the tree. Well. Nice enough. BUT THEN!!!!
I noticed something. Hum?????? It appeared to me that one could take the ball apart. Open it up. Like those old Leggs nylons containers of many years ago. So.... I opened it up. And found...
A THONG!!!!!
Yep. A bright red thong. With some sort of fluffy feathers or furish-type material down over the... errrrr... front of the thong part. Whoooooooo haaaaaaaaaa!
THE GENERAL HAD GIVEN ME(L) A STRIPPER THONG FOR CHRISTMAS!!!!
I gingerly held it up for all to see. The General started screaming at the same time I did. Her in absolute HORROR. And me... in absolute GLEE.
Gotta run to take the kidlets for lunch. More to come.
Part 2: The wearing of said Christmas Stripper Thong at West Point... to come... later.
Mel.