Sundee Undies

Often, Sunday morning conversations between my husband and me go a little like this:

Me: “Awww, Man!” (My go-to exclamation in a high-pitched voice for anything I lost, dropped, broke, can’t figure out, you name it.)

Him: “What happened?” (Said in his usual, I-won’t- be-surprised-by –anything-you-say-after-living-with-you-for-almost- 4 years, tone)

Me: “My Sundee undies are in the hamper!  It’s Sunday – I need my Sundee undies!”

Him: “Sorry, dude.”

You see, I believe it’s the little things in life that create the greatest happiness and contentment.  And my pair of Sundee undies is just one of those little things.  Actually, maybe I shouldn’t call them little because there is nothing dainty about them, and that’s the whole point!  The first time the hubbs saw me in them, he told me I look like professional wrestler Bruce Santino.  For the record, that’s not the guy’s name at all.  I had a lot of trouble remembering his name the first few times; though I could have sworn I heard Bruce Santino.  No matter, because regardless of how many times I’m corrected (or even if I remember the real name), that’s the name I use when I call the Sundee undies by their other alias – my Bruce Santino’s.  If you want to know the real guy’s name for a reference, no doubt Marcus will add a comment under this post correcting me for the umpteenth time.

Anyway, I digress from my point – that’s right, I do have a point I was planning on getting to after I finished divulging TMI.  So, why do a pair of clearly unattractive, clearly un-sexy undies provide a source of happiness?  Well, first and foremost because they are comfortable as hell.  Don’t get me wrong, I like to avoid panty lines as much as the next girl, and I want to try to be cute for my boo.  So, 6 days a week I don the appropriate underwear for such things. 

But on Sundays -- oh, Sundays – I get to remove myself from the everyday world and forego these societal pressures!  It’s my way of claiming a day for myself where I don’t need to worry about anyone or anything.  These Bruce Santino’s represent all things that are lazy, indulgent, rebellious, and relaxing.   And we all need at least one day a week where we allow ourselves to duck out of the world as much as possible to recharge.  So on this sure-to-be-rainy-from-Irene Sunday, I wish for all of you the chance to find a pair of Sundee undies or some other equally comfortable and indulgent symbol of the Sunday Funday.