Fundies

After burning the candle at both ends yesterday afternoon and evening, I went to bed late. I anticipated a deep sleep, albeit shorter than usual because I just had to watch Canada's Worst Handyman, and then the news and then something else that I can't remember. I awoke with a start to what I thought was a 1980's K-Way jacket and/or fanny pack being thrown over my head. It was the slipperiness and the sound of the material that woke me up, and then I noticed Adam doing his morning dance of "where's my underwear that you usually put out for me". He was throwing clothing left right and centre, opening drawers, flinging t-shirts like monkey poo, and talking in a muffled way. El Crapo Grande. . . yes I forgot to lay out his fundies. His Mr. Briefs were no where to be found, he said. "Gosh. . .gee whiz. . .man oh man" was heard from Adam's mouth. In my haze, I did not recall placing them on top of his socks, shorts, t-shirt and toupee. (Uhhh, no he doesn't wear a toupee, but I am sure if he did, I would probably have to lay that accoutrement out as well). I got up out of bed, in a daze and reached into his top drawer and said "here, here are your underwear. . .top drawer, did you look?" The K-Way turned out to be my Grade 8 Graduation dress, pastel mint green taffeta with whale boning, that my Grandmother made lovingly for me. (Yep, still have it Nana). I actually made Gibbles try it on, just to see, it didn't fit, I forgot I reached my full height by that time.