We can’t be the weirdest people on earth; can we?

I was in the laundry room pulling new underwear out of the package when Gar walked in. I swung a pair in the air and said, “Yay, new undies.”

His eyebrows shot up, and with a hopeful look asked, “Are they thongs?”

I scowled as if trying to remember, then said, “I can’t be sure, but I don’t think so. Wait, no. I’m sorry. No, no, they aren’t. It’ll come as a big disappointment, not to mention a real shock, but I don’t think I could wear a thong, even if Jesus personally delivered it in a Hershey truck.”