New Panties

Maybe I am wierd but I love putting on a pair of new panties. No I don't mean clean ones out of the drawer, although warm ones out of the dryer are nice too. I mean how often do you get to go out and buy new panties? For me it's not often, but when I do it's a treat. That's why when I get my Victoria's Secret coupons in the mail for a free pair I can't wait to go out and get my new underwear!

I have ALWAYS loved underwear. Frilly, lacey, funny designs. It's one of those things that makes me happy. It used to be stringy that made me happy, but I have long outgrown having a string up my ass. Then theres an increased chance of yeast infection with them, if you're having an extra moist day the string soaks wet and leaves a reash in your ass crack. No I go for comfort now.

But don't take that wrong, I am still many years from the granny panties, but its true what they say. The longer you're married, the bigger the panties get. I am still all about astethics. Really, the only one who gets to see them anymore is my husband, and my kids when they drag in to follow me to the shower. Despite that, when you're wearing pretty panties you feel pretty all over.

Just like those rare days you get where it's someone elses responsibility to watch the kids for a while (or they're taking an extra long nap and you forfiet the laundry for some alone time) and you take a long shower. You know, the kind you want to take. You actually take the time to condition your hair, shave your legs and... whatever else. Then you have time to get out and air dry (really, its better for your skin) and use the pretty lotion. You get to wash and moisturize your face, and pluck your unibrow. You might even get to blow dry your hair and put on make-up!

Thats what new panty day is like. A special treat for mommy, and best of all I have a coupon for a completely FREE pair no strings attached. If only they had the same for a new dress, or a new pair of shoes, or a new purse! I can settle for a pair of panties though.

So we get to the mall. Devon pooped on herself so theres a brief pitstop to buy her something decent to wear since she is now in a diaper and big sisters coat. Then I swing daddy and the kiddo's by the playground in the mall to play (Whoever redesigned the mall was a genius!) while mommy gets to go alone to pick out her free panties.

Free at last! Before heading straight for my target I take the time to browse the things I wish I could buy (or better yet also get for free.. just saying!) I find a small leather handbag with a red leather rose on it, and it's filled with bottles of wonderful smelling lotion! Its marked down half off, I make a mental note that the profit from my next party needs to be at least $35 plus tax.

I also find a bra that makes my boobs look like I haven't already nursed two children. Maybe the fact that the third is beginning to make himself more known that helped there. I find myself wondering why they couldn't make a nursing version. Then I have to go feel the silk jammies... No! Better! The fleece jammies! The kind you love to cuddle up in during the winter.

Finally I make my way to the panties. I pick through the bin ooing and aahing over the pretty designs. I finally settle on a pair of plain black ones. My reasoning? In 5ish months I am gonna be welcoming my third child, and I thought of those awful hospital net panties. No support, they fall off your rear. Not gonna happen, black won't stain. Black panties, my little friend, you will be my support when I think that this time for real, my inside are going to fall out through my vagina. You'll hold them in for me, and better yet, when I get home you won't bear the same scars I will.

I cant wait. I'm wearing them now.... I love new panties :)