I am so uncool.
I do not have a cute butterfly tatoo on my lower back.
But on a bad day,
if I dressed hurriedly before getting kids to school,
or fell behind on laundry,
and you don't quickly look away as I bend to pick a horses hoof,
you just might see...
my grannie panties way up above my low rise jeans.
I'm so sorry.
We horsey gals keep either these or thongs for use under breeches.
I am not a thong girl.
I guess I could call 'em "Bubble Duds" for my bubble bu%%? :-0
Now if you need a good laugh read more from urban dictionary!
Locker room:-"Ew, you wear granny panties?"
-"Yeah, that's right, I do. Get over it. At least they don't go up my a** like thongs."
"Ok, I think you can take the curlers out now. How are those granny panties fitting?"
But I prefer to think of Bridget Jones.
Oh God! I forgot I was wearing damn granny panties! Shit, now I can't get drunk and strip!
I'm off to find some new bikinis for Valentines day.
Wishing you a comfy day without your knickers in a knot!
I dedicate this post to my fashionista "virtual friend" Janie, who manages to rock out plush purses, glittery flats n trendy toenails in the middle of cows, kids n farmland in Illinois. I dunno how she does it.