Life With Frenchie

My friend Colleen is the one who got me started blogging. She is this really cool, sassy, and HI-larious chick! I always find myself chuckling or shaking my head when I read her blog. In certain aspects, she’s so much like me in some ways, it’s scary. I guess that’s why I get so amused by her. But there was no way I was expecting what I read today on her blog! Actually, I had seen a hint of it in an earlier post of hers that left me scratching my head and getting a little scared, but I totally forgot about it and was just floored when I read this entry:

Alternate Title For Post: Why Colleen will always wash new clothes from now on.

Let me preface this by saying if you are:

Easily offended
Easily grossed out
Have a rotten sense of humor
Stop reading NOW and go elsewhere.

The rest of you still with me? Good…you’re going to enjoy this story! It all started a month ago, before my trip to Amsterdam. I decided to head to the after Christmas sale at the Old Navy in my town and get new pants for the trip. I found two pairs (same style, different colors) on sale and after trying on one pair, bought them and took them home.

I am not a “wash clothes before I wear them” type of person. Well, I am now, but I didn’t used to be that way. In fact, I’ve made fun of my husband on more than one occasion because he would wash brand new clothes that had obviously never even been tried on! I saw it a waste of time, especially when you could see the crease marks in a brand new shirt, or the pants still had the tages and size sticker attached.

So I head home from Old Navy with my new pairs of pants - the green pair I tried on in the store, and the brown pair in the same size that I didn’t try on. A few days later, I put the pants on so that I could head out. I had the pants on all of 10 minutes before deciding I should hit the toilet before leaving the house…just like I tell my kids, you always potty before you go out. As I sit down on the can, pants down around my knees, I noticed something odd in the crotch area of the inside of the pants……

From there, the story just gets funnier (grosser?? scarier??), but nonetheless, I was absolutely speechless! I can’t even imagine what the heck I’d do if that had happened to me! EP would probably still be laughing at me days later and I’d have developed something akin to a nervous twitch because I’d give an involuntary shudder everytime I thought about!! :shudder:

No wonder Old Navy has such great bargains!

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