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Facebook question for those in the know. I have a friend request from someone who I am not familiar with. We have no friends in common. If this is one of you all please let me know. If it’s not – what do you do in this case? Should I send back a message politely asking how I know this person?

Since I was absentee for some time from this here diaryland thing I have a few anecdotes tucked away.

The animal shelter had their annual bake sale (yours truly is the chairperson and we made $1,356.95 – not too shabby!) and that always necessitates a Target run to get things like price stickers and fresh pointy Sharpies. (FYI – pointy is one of my favorite words). I needed some things for myself too so I took care of that first – picking out a new pair of Nick & Nora summer pj’s, and rooting through the lingerie section for some of my favorite Gilligan & O’Malley underwear. Let me put it right out there that I am not a sexy underwear person. My bras and panties almost never, ever match. I wear two types of boring but comfortable and supportive bras and I buy them in bulk (two shades of beige, black, and white only) whenever I’m in a Bali outlet. As for the nether regions, they get covered in the most basic cotton G & O’M underwear in the regular bikini style and the least racy thong that you could imagine (I may be all about the comfort, but nobody likes a visible panty line). I know I’m not the only one who likes these panties. In her amusing memoir, Target Underwear and a Vera Wang Dress: Notes from a Single Girl’s Closet, Adena Halpern extols the many virtues of this very brand of undies – even when she could afford the super expensive LaPerla stuff she preferred the basics. Anyway, what I’m trying to get at is that they’re not exactly hott – they sacrifice hott-ness for comfort. I usually try to buy them (they come in 3-packs) in white, black, heather grey or beige (making them even more boring) because the pattern choices can tend towards the ugly grandma calico side of little flowers. Anyway, I must not be the only one who likes these utilitarian panties because the only ones I could find in my size were yellow with the wee flowers, tiny stripes of yellow, orange, and some other colors, and solid yellow – it was as if locusts had descended on the boring underwear racks. I was desperate, so I took the one three-pack I could find despite their inherent ugliness and put them in the child seat area of my cart so they wouldn’t co-mingle with the animal shelter stuff. I was on my way to housewares to buy a beverage tub to display the bottled water at the bake sale when I got distracted by the shoes (big surprise) and I left my cart in the aisle. I happened to glance down the aisle at one point to check on my cart and was horrified to see a teenage boy with his decidedly hott girlfriend poking my three-pack of underwear and telling her that she should ‘totally’ get some like that. I’d like to think he was serious – perhaps concerned for the comfort and breatheability of the fabric covering her ladybits, but I know he was being sarcastic. Anyway, I was forced to continue browsing shoes for another 10 minutes while I waited for them to clear the area and I could reclaim my cart without shame. Gah – way to make me feel like an old lady.

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Dinner last night: Baked Ginger/Cilantro Tilapia, rice, broccoli, limon Izzy-esque
Breakfast: Luna Sunrise bar, tube of yogurt (gogurt?)
Lunch: Leftover tilapia & rice, cabbage salad, baggie of cherries.
Snack: Banana.
Exercise: As usual, Tuesday is animal shelter night.

11:50 a.m. - 2008-07-15


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