wicked wedgie woman

We just Freecycled out twelve pair of girls' underwear. (Yes, there are some Freecyclers who will take just about anything.)

Why? La Princesita was complaining about how much they give her wedgies.

Or rather, that should be wedgies ...!

I didn't even know what a wedgie was when I was 6. This is an education stemming, no doubt, from the Great Literary Tradition of Captain Underpants.

This turn of events caused me to remember a conversation had with girlfriends over wine one afternoon, back when we used to go winery touring and tasting once or twice a year. The dialogue somehow led to underwear (of course, over a bottle of wine, great cheese, amazing chocolate--well, anything can come out!) and what unmentionables we would wear or not.

Obviously we arrived at thongs. The majority vote was, "Hell No, Won't Go."

However I opened my big mouth and piped up, "My rule: Always wear a thong with khakis."

??? I was met with a table of quizzical looks.

"What? No pantylines that way." (At the time I was actively teaching at the local university) "When my backside is turned away from the students or I have to bend over for some reason, I don't want the first thing for them to see to be pantylines. And pantylines are a bane with khakis."

My companions were not convinced.

"It's not like I pull my bikinis up. That would just be painfully uncomfortable. The lovely thing about g-strings is that they are MADE to go where they go. It is natural thus not as uncomfortable. I can handle it for a day."

This conversation has not been forgotten by any involved.

Last night La Princesita and I were playing around before bed. She had her non-wedgie panties on and had "wedgied" them. I asked her, "Isn't that uncomfortable? I thought that's why you wanted me to get rid of your other panties."

Her reply?

"(giggle) It feels good, Mommy!"

Ay ay ay.

Is this an omen, that I have a bona fide thong-wearer, thus defined by the tender young age of 6 1/2 years?

Happy Friday, all!