Gee Wiz! I better have a good excuse this time! I mean…. What’s a guy suppose to do?

Look, here it is. It’s like this.  I come home from a hard day’s work, I get out of the car, glancing at the mail and begin to see my cloths all over the yard. I reacted like any person would do and uttered “What the…. Sweetheart?, Honey Pants?, Dearest?… Why are all my clothes outside?”

Mrs. Chicken snarled back, “I started doing the laundry today… and guess what I found in the front pocket of the pants you wore yesterday? Some red see-through bikini underwear!”

I stood there silent.

“Then… I reached into your left pocket and pulled out a matching bra…” she shook her fist at me.

Still standing and starring… I began to mutter…”Ah..ahhh.. I can explain, really, sugar pie”.

“Don’t call me ‘sugar pie’. You can explain? Go ahead… EXPLAIN!”

I started to recover from the shock of her discovery and began to think fast on my feet… “They’re mine… You see, I have discovered a softer, better side of me. And when I wear those, I feel closer to you, my love.”

“YOURS???.. Oh my! Are you now switching teams, as they say?” she questioned further.

“Oh no”, I answered. “Most assuredly not! I just feel greater affection for you having them on when I am away from you”. I realized she was beginning to see that she was buying it.

“Well”, she stated, “I am sorry, then. I see we have a lot to discuss. Why don’t I help you pick up your things and we can sit down and talk about it. In fact, maybe you can show me what they look like on you? Gee… I never would have guessed you would wear something this small…”

I nervously laughed…”oh sure…. I’d like… (gulp) that…”

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