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Fannin’ the Flame

I found them today.  Zipped in my right coat pocket.

Wadded in a clean bunch…the same way I always find them.  And with the same reaction…a private smirk.

A pair of my six year old nephew’s left-behind, blue and gray underwear.  The pair I mistook for my husband’s last year and placed in his drawer.  The pair that then ended up in my drawer.  Until I returned them to my husband’s drawer.  Only to pull them out again in mine.

At which time the blue-gray skivvies see-sawed between his lump of underwear and mine for half the year until I frumped my pillow some two months ago and extracted the miniature briefs from inside my pillow case.

A good one.

Which was when I made my move and slipped them into the sleeve of his gray sweatshirt.  And waited.  And forgot about them.

Until two weeks later when I found them crammed in the pocket of my jeans.

Lame.

I smiled and folded them to the size of a pack of crackers and stuffed them into one of my husband’s brown dress shoes like a holiday turkey.

Oh yeah.

Days passed and the underwear went undisturbed.

But then calm as a cat, my husband wore those shoes.

And I sensed one thing…

The underwear were coming.

And came.

And, uh…that’s right…

Game on.

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4 Responses to “Fannin’ the Flame”

  1. Jenn says:

    Hilarious! You guys are FUN

  2. The Man says:

    And NOW…I wait for the “fundies”

  3. Well, as for me, I am smiling from ear to ear. Funny!

  4. Theresa says:

    Yes, a very good one.
    Thanks for sharing.
    (Glad it’s not a rubber snake.)

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