We attended a funeral visitation last week for a dear neighbor of my in-laws.
Due to location, the girls and I met Brent at the funeral home.
We arrived in our recently vacuumed van:
Anyway, we stroll in with slightly acceptable clothes, dolls, purses, and more.
As we visited with some of the family, this being roughly 15 minutes in, I look to my right a notice a pink fabric on the ground.
I thought to myself, “those look like Sprite’s underwear.”
*dismiss such a thought*
I return to the nearby conversation, but am wondering about this wad of fabric.
*thinking* “I bet it’s a headband. Yeah, yeah, that’s what it is, a headband.”
*growing confidence in newfound claim*
But, something just keeps bugging me.
Why I didn’t do this a few minutes before is well, who knows, I just didn’t.
Call it benefit of the doubt, I suppose.
Anyway, I meander over to take a closer look at this supposed headband.
*wide-eyed*
It’s underwear.
Pink underwear belonging to Sprite.
Why the bleep is there a pair of my kid’s underwear on the floor of a funeral home?
Dumbfounded.
I quickly scoop them up and shove them in my cardigan pocket.
I stand over by Brent and my mother-in-law and nonchalantly say, “there’s nothing like picking up a pair of my kids underwear off the floor of a funeral home.”
*thumbs up*
“It’s the best and not embarrassing at all!”
As I continued to contemplate the reason for this incident, I had a revelation: it was because of Torpedo.
She likes to pack bags with a random assortment of clothing that is piled on or fell off of laundry couch.
And, this time she selected a pair of underwear and stuffed them in Tempest’s purse.
I mean, you never know when you’ll need an extra pair of underwear.
Really, she was preparing to save someone’s day.
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