This morning Walking Buddy and I made our four mile loop from my house to Starbuck's and back home. (Now exercise is both social and caffeinated. Woo-Hoo!) We were a little hurried because Middle Child had an eye doctor appointment to be fitted for contact lenses, and those appointments are only available at 10:00 a.m. At Starbucks, we ran into G. enjoying a morning treat with her children, so we stopped to chat for a bit before the clock pressed us forward. As we passed the middle school, a car stopped and out stepped The Boy's structured teach instructor/mentor P. for a quick "hello". Stopping for that brief chat pushed the clock further on toward "late".
As we sped up the street toward the house, I saw something purple in the street by Buddy's mom-mobile. Unlike the sightings of G. and P., this particular surprise was both odd and entirely unwelcome. Somehow, my, ahem, under garment had made it into the middle of the street. Crumpled in a pile on the cement rested my striped purple drawers for all the world to see. I scooped the escapee up and tucked it into my pocket while explaining that those were not the pair I was wearing this morning... Really! And then beat a fairly hasty retreat into the house for a good laugh while ushering the girls out the garage door. We drove off to the eye appointment trying to figure out just exactly how Mom's panties might have ended up in the street this morning.