Message #12681

[Katie G]

On our honeymoon, my husband had the shock of his life when he came out of the bathroom to find me wrestling with a pair of control-top pantyhose.    



We were getting ready to go to a very nice restaurant for dinner.  The dress I had brought required a little "extra discipline" in the tummy-hips-butt region.  So there I am, hopping around, yanking, tugging, pulling, and cursing a blue streak when I finally tripped over my spandex-bound feet and fell on the floor.  



This was just too much for the dear boy and he spent the next five minutes laughing hysterically.  He later described it as being "positively cartoonish."  When he recovered, he asked me if I have to deal with this every time I got dressed up.  I answered, "Yeah, well, pretty much."



To his credit, he helped me up off the floor and offered to go someplace more casual "so you don't have to deal with those damn things!"  



He also said he'd never complain about wearing a tie again!