The Ring Tale

This is my fast Saturday story – enjoy.

Several years ago we invested in a laundry ring to use instead of detergent in our wash.  We really loved it and one of our friends was curious about how well it really worked.  He was wondering if was strong enough for super dirty clothing (he was a landscaper at the time).

We happened to have a freshly laundered load of whites sitting in a basket on the kitchen table. Our three year old son was so excited to show our friend the results of ‘the ring donut’ that he gleefully grabbed something out of the basket and started to shove it into our friend’s face.  I realized what my son grabbed and to my UTTER HORROR it was a pair of my underwear and I saw it (like a slow motion sequence in a movie) rising up to be sniffed as our friend bent over to take a sniff. I did the only thing I could do in such circumstances… I bolted towards my friend and shoved my hand between his face and my panties… and proceed to poke him right-in-the-eyes… two fingers, two eyes…it was a total Moe move.

I felt really bad, but it was hard to tell since I was LAUGHING hysterically.  I think the extent to which he felt pain was the same intensity to which I felt uncontrollable mirth.

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32 Responses to The Ring Tale

  1. The joys of small people! Although pets can be just as bad – I remember the dog we had when I was growing up would steal items out of the laundry basket as my mum would be hanging the washing out on the line. He’d manage to get her bra by the centre and run around the garden. His front legs would end up going through the straps, so it would look like he was trying to wear it. Of course, said garment would then have to go back in the wash.

  2. Elyse says:

    Brilliant. I now have an appreciation for the Three Stooges that I never enjoyed before. Or probably ever again. But in this instance? Perfect!

  3. Haha – great story. I have a pair of pants with Velcro pockets that I only wear around the house (because they have Velcro pockets). Anyway’ my wife hates washing them because everything in the laundry sticks to the pockets. And yes, the other day I was out working in the backyard and my daughter came running out to get me – because I had a pair of her underwear hanging from my back pocket.

  4. unfetteredbs says:

    Haaa. Too funny! Darn kids

  5. I can’t stop laughing, that’s hilarious! I can totally picture the scene!

  6. El Guapo says:

    So…how impressed were you with yourself that you pulled a perfect Moe?

  7. Amy Reese says:

    Hahaha. He would have to choose your panties! This is like a scene out of a Rom Com.

  8. Paul says:

    OMG! **covers eyes with hands** I’m not supposed to be reading stuff like this. Just today my MaMa sent me an e-mail saying that only bad things can come of my reading those blog thingys! If she knew about men sniffing women’s underwear, the poor soul would keel over from a heart attack. The stuff you find on that bad old internet – I’m sure I’m goin’ to hell now! Ha! Very funny MR! Kids can be so, so, so…so something.Enjoy them while they’re young – it gets worse when they get older.

  9. Carrie Rubin says:

    Hahaha. The ways in which our children publicly horrify us are truly endless.

  10. Twindaddy says:

    What is a laundry ring?

  11. NotAPunkRocker says:

    OMG, I am having a giggling fit now. 🙂

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