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I’ve written a couple of posts since I told you the story of my panty escapades during my writers conference trip.

One of my dear writer friends, Cathy West, even left a comment on one particularly well-thought-out and relevant post, saying that while my subject matter was all well and good, I should stick closer to the topic my audience is most interested in: panties.

In my eight years of blogging, I’ve purposefully remained a generalist. I have avoided becoming a blogger who only writes about writing, or about personal finances, or decluttering, or my faith, or my family, or elder care. Sure, I cover my personal experience in those areas, but there are so many other things happening in life, I just didn’t want to be tied down.

What if I occasionally dabbled in politics? Or the unwinding stock market? Wouldn’t fallible readers just love to know my opinions about the sub-prime mortgage debacle or Sarah Palin?

Just when I was starting to wonder, I landed in the hospital. I was only there 24 hours, from Friday night till Saturday evening, but during those tense hours in tube after tube after tube (dear Lord, deliver me!) I had a lot of time to reflect on you, my dear audience.

And since I landed in the ER without any spare panties, I also had plenty of time to wonder where my next pair would come from.

By Saturday morning, I felt pretty desperate to get cleaned up. Doug wouldn’t be arriving for several more hours, and I was stuck with the same pair of underwear I’d arrived in. I’m sorry, but that just doesn’t work for me.

I’d told Doug what to bring with him when he came, but my troubled mind conjured images of my last trip to the ER when I’d given him similar instructions. Back then, after I was admitted and knew I’d be an in-patient for several days, I asked my dear husband to bring five pairs of panties. It seemed like a simple enough request.

He brought one pair of raggedy underwear, three bras, and two girdles. Dave Barry might be able to make this up, but I am NOT.

This time, I couldn’t take any chances. What if he showed up with a freakin’ Spanx???

So, after getting cleaned up, I told the nurse that I’d found myself utterly and irretrievably pantyless until my husband’s visit, and she seemed to understand how much security I take in underwear.

She came back into my room in a moment with a sealed packet of...something. I honestly had no idea what. “These will work until your husband gets here,” she said.

I tore open the package to discover two rectangles of paper mesh. Each one was approximately six inches wide and three inches high. The nurse had already left the room, so I could not question her about her gift and how on earth to make it work on a body older than age three.

So I did what I do best: I experimented. I went into the bathroom and studied one of those rectangles until I figured out which end was up. Sure enough, one of the six-inch sides opened wide enough for me to insert a hand. Then my hand kept on traveling until it opened up a tiny leg hole on the other side.

But would an actual, real woman’s thigh fit through it? I became ever more determined to find out!

Miracle of miracles, it worked! The paper mesh stretched in both directions, and in no time, I knew the height and width and breadth and depth of a darned substantive pair of disposable panties.

No sooner had I emerged from the bathroom than Doug showed up with a bag of underwear. No bras or girdles this time---trust me, he learned his lesson on that one. I peeked into the bag and said, “I remember asking you to bring cotton panties. In the hospital, I want cotton.”

Let’s just say he’d packed some pairs that were decidedly not cotton.

“I looked through all of them,” he said. “And I liked these best.”

It figures. After all, he was my very first fallible reader.

Posted by Katy McKenna on 10/07 at 07:14 AM

Fallible Comments...

Oy vey. This is my fault??
I hope your stay in hospital was short-lived and you returned home without those disposables. But look at it this way, at least she didn’t bring you Depends…
Don’t make any more trips to the hospital!!

Posted by Cathy West on 10/07 at 08:36 AM
Cath--I believe in “no-fault” blogging! :)
I cannot make trips to the hospital on my own behalf now, as my MIL was admitted 24 hours after I got sprung. So we’re making trips, all right.....and there are definitely Depends involved! Love you!

Posted by Katy McKenna on 10/07 at 08:41 AM
Katy, There definitely is a theme her ergo the panties. Glad your stay was short lived. Cathy mentioned Depends. WEll, they work. They’re not pretty but they work. Sorry to hear about your MIL. My mother always said to put on clean panties when you go out because you never know what might happen. Now we have to have extras because you don’t know how long it might be happening. Yikes. It’s enough to make you agrophobic.

Posted by Sandi Thompson on 10/07 at 02:51 PM
I’m impressed at the lengths you will travel for a blog topic!

So, whatever caused you to go to the hospital is better, I pray.

Perhaps stand-up comedy is your forte?

Posted by Christa Allan on 10/07 at 10:49 PM
If find your article funny. I feel sorry for your husband about those panties. Maybe, you should educate him next time which kind of panty you want.

Posted by che of teak furniture on 10/09 at 03:36 AM
Hmmm...wishful thinking on Doug’s part?! :) You know, all men are the same. LOL.
Miss and love you always.

Posted by on 10/15 at 07:45 AM
I enjoy anyone willing to share an underwear story and I greatly appreciate the introduction to the word ‘pantyless’, which I have now added to my vocabulary.

Posted by Shar on 10/16 at 01:55 PM

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One of my dear writer friends, Cathy West, even left a comment on one particularly well-thought-out and relevant post, saying that while my subject matter was all well and good, I should stick closer to the topic my audience is most interested in: panties. In my eight years of blogging, I’ve purposefully remained a generalist. I have avoided becoming a blogger who only writes about writing, or about personal finances, or decluttering, or my faith, or my family, or elder care. Sure, I cover my personal experience in those areas, but there are so many other things happening in life, I just didn’t want to be tied down. What if I occasionally dabbled in politics? Or the unwinding stock market? Wouldn’t fallible readers just love to know my opinions about the sub-prime mortgage debacle or Sarah Palin? Just when I was starting to wonder, I landed in the hospital. I was only there 24 hours, from Friday night till Saturday evening, but during those tense hours in tube after tube after tube (dear Lord, deliver me!) I had a lot of time to reflect on you, my dear audience. And since I landed in the ER without any spare panties, I also had plenty of time to wonder where my next pair would come from. By Saturday morning, I felt pretty desperate to get cleaned up. Doug wouldn’t be arriving for several more hours, and I was stuck with the same pair of underwear I’d arrived in. I’m sorry, but that just doesn’t work for me. I’d told Doug what to bring with him when he came, but my troubled mind conjured images of my last trip to the ER when I’d given him similar instructions. Back then, after I was admitted and knew I’d be an in-patient for several days, I asked my dear husband to bring five pairs of panties. It seemed like a simple enough request. He brought one pair of raggedy underwear, three bras, and two girdles. Dave Barry might be able to make this up, but I am NOT. This time, I couldn’t take any chances. What if he showed up with a freakin’ Spanx??? So, after getting cleaned up, I told the nurse that I’d found myself utterly and irretrievably pantyless until my husband’s visit, and she seemed to understand how much security I take in underwear. She came back into my room in a moment with a sealed packet of...something. I honestly had no idea what. “These will work until your husband gets here,” she said. I tore open the package to discover two rectangles of paper mesh. Each one was approximately six inches wide and three inches high. The nurse had already left the room, so I could not question her about her gift and how on earth to make it work on a body older than age three. So I did what I do best: I experimented. I went into the bathroom and studied one of those rectangles until I figured out which end was up. Sure enough, one of the six-inch sides opened wide enough for me to insert a hand. Then my hand kept on traveling until it opened up a tiny leg hole on the other side. But would an actual, real woman’s thigh fit through it? I became ever more determined to find out! Miracle of miracles, it worked! The paper mesh stretched in both directions, and in no time, I knew the height and width and breadth and depth of a darned substantive pair of disposable panties. No sooner had I emerged from the bathroom than Doug showed up with a bag of underwear. No bras or girdles this time---trust me, he learned his lesson on that one. I peeked into the bag and said, “I remember asking you to bring cotton panties. In the hospital, I want cotton.” Let’s just say he’d packed some pairs that were decidedly not cotton. “I looked through all of them,” he said. “And I liked these best.” It figures. After all, he was my very first fallible reader. Posted by Katy McKenna on 10/07 at 07:14 AM Fallible Comments... Oy vey. This is my fault?? I hope your stay in hospital was short-lived and you returned home without those disposables. But look at it this way, at least she didn’t bring you Depends… Don’t make any more trips to the hospital!! Posted by Cathy West on 10/07 at 08:36 AM Cath--I believe in “no-fault” blogging! :) I cannot make trips to the hospital on my own behalf now, as my MIL was admitted 24 hours after I got sprung. So we’re making trips, all right.....and there are definitely Depends involved! Love you! Posted by Katy McKenna on 10/07 at 08:41 AM Katy, There definitely is a theme her ergo the panties. Glad your stay was short lived. Cathy mentioned Depends. WEll, they work. They’re not pretty but they work. Sorry to hear about your MIL. My mother always said to put on clean panties when you go out because you never know what might happen. Now we have to have extras because you don’t know how long it might be happening. Yikes. It’s enough to make you agrophobic. Posted by Sandi Thompson on 10/07 at 02:51 PM I’m impressed at the lengths you will travel for a blog topic! So, whatever caused you to go to the hospital is better, I pray. Perhaps stand-up comedy is your forte? Posted by Christa Allan on 10/07 at 10:49 PM If find your article funny. I feel sorry for your husband about those panties. Maybe, you should educate him next time which kind of panty you want. Posted by che of teak furniture on 10/09 at 03:36 AM Hmmm...wishful thinking on Doug’s part?! :) You know, all men are the same. LOL. Miss and love you always. Posted by on 10/15 at 07:45 AM I enjoy anyone willing to share an underwear story and I greatly appreciate the introduction to the word ‘pantyless’, which I have now added to my vocabulary. Posted by Shar on 10/16 at 01:55 PM Page 1 of 1 pages Name: Email: Location: URL: Add a fallible comment... 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