Alphabet Thursday - "U"

U is for underwear.

Have you ever noticed how many different kinds of underwear there are?

Men's undergarments are fairly simple, just like them. The guys usually wear briefs or undershorts. Briefs are usually plain white with some occasional solid colors thrown in for interest. The male undershorts tend to be a bit more sophisticated, consisting of madras plaid, or pin stripes or even polka dots. Most guys either wear a white undershirt or no undershirt at all.

Women's, unmentionables are much more interesting, especially to men. The bottoms come in various cuts such as high rise, french bikini, low rise, no rise, and thongs. They also come in all sorts of colors such as soft pink, hot pink, bright pink, and neon pink...and that's just one color. Of course, there are tops to match.

As a female, I consider myself lucky to be able to have such a wide variety of underwear choices, as long as it's comfy. Those thong things would never work for me.

Mosey on over to Jenny's  and take a peak at other interesting "U" posts.

Horse Hair in Your Underwear

My new business is called Itch This, or IT for short. It's become quite popular.

The premise for the business is "payback" to husbands who are unkind and just plain disrespectful to their wives. Here's how it works: I get a call from the wife who is a victim of rudeness. The teary-eyed spouse then puts her husband's underwear in a plastic bag and delivers the bag to my house. My task is to launder the undergarments (boxers, briefs, tee shirts) in a special washing machine designed for dirty, hairy, horse blankets.

Everything (underwear and horse blankets) are washed together, then dried, folded and put into clean garment bags. It's a win-win situation. My horse blankets get cleaned, and the dispirited wife gets retribution along with a few good horse laughs.

The only one who has a problem is the boorish husband who can't figure out why he keeps itching uncontrollably all day.

Fruit of the Loom or Jockeys?

The poor guy! Barrack Obama, President of the United States of America can't even get a physical without the whole world knowing the results. So much for privacy. I had no idea the man smoked. It's hard to take his health care agenda seriously after knowing our Head Kahuna puffs on cigarettes during the day. For all we know he probably eats Happy Meals with a Vodka chaser.

The next thing you know, there'll be a report on the kind of undergarments he wears. I wonder if it's Fruit of the Loom or Jockey briefs.