maybe today was inside out day!
How do “underpants” end up as a recurring theme in my blog? Easy…I have a serious issue with wearing mine any other way than inside out. But there is no conpiracy. This is a simple matter of happenstance. I do not purposely wear my underwear inside out. It just seems to happen all on its own.
It happened again today.
It’s not like it’s a major issue. It’s just underwear after all. No one sees them but me…and my husband on occasion. I often don’t even discover the state of my panties until the middle of the day. Today was no exception. I was on a day trip with my friends, visiting the North Georgia Mountains, on this beautiful Labor Day weekend. I found myself trapped in a public restroom, thanks to a broken doorknob, and all I could think about was the discovery that my underwear was inside out.
I WAS a bit worried about getting out of the bathroom for a minute. I stared down in mild shock at the small doorknob in my hand. It was one of those old Victorian-type brass doorknobs, and when I tugged on it (a little too vigorously) it just came off in my hands. After a few deep breaths, I carefully pushed the stem back through the hole, trying not to knock the knob on the other side of the door out, trapping myself completely. Then…after a momentary struggle…I managed to escape the small closet of a restroom.
This little moment seemed to put a fine point on our day.
We had driven an hour and a half to the mountains to take a train tour of the region only to discover that the train was sold out. In fact, the door to the ticket booth swung closed just as we approached. A hand written sign was our only clue that the train was indeed, “sold out.” So, instead of a leisurely ride on a train, we took a tour of the quaint mountain town of Blue Ridge. All in all, the day was enjoyed by everyone. We even took a detour on the way back home to tour an area known for great views and mountain cabins.
This is the reason I may need to double up on my blood pressure medicine tonight.
The narrow gravel path that passed for a road was especially rough going today. The road was washed out in several places, and we almost got stuck more than once. I was, of course, pleading and whining the entire way. My fear of heights is fairly irrational and overblown. I can easily say this now that I am back in the safety of my own home.
Broken doorknobs, inside out underpants, and terrifying treks into the wild aside, it was a pretty wonderful day. I have thoroughly enjoyed having Chet and Chris visit, and I hope they have enjoyed being here as much. It’s hard to believe that our weekend has almost come to an end. Tomorrow is their last day in Atlanta, and if we’re lucky, we will find ourselves touring the downtown area in the hours before their flight departs.
After all…we haven’t even gone to the Big Chicken yet!
Until the next time…I’ll be turning my underwear right side out and heading to bed!