Nothing to See Here…

If you were married to a geek who majored in Latin, you’d know what that meant. Or perhaps you, yourself, are a Latin geek. For the rest of us, it means “Always wear underwear” (I’m told). I found a t-shirt with this saying on it and bought it for Bill. He’s wearing it today.

Underwear is an interesting topic.

He lives by the semper ubi sub ubi philosophy. Like, even after we do-the-deed, the man gets up and puts on some boxers. He can’t sleep nekkid. What’s up with that? I ask him and evidently it’s about Defending the Home. You know… in case he has to be a man and defend his helpless wife and precious daughters from an intruder? Yeah, that. Evidently, one must have on boxers in order to do that. A real man doesn’t go defending the home with his weenie waving all about.

He doesn’t believe in the semper ubi sub ubi thing for the main female in his life (moi’). He would prefer I went without. He has this idea (thanks, Internet, ’cause most of his bad ideas come from YOU) that women go to work without underwear and then call up their husbands and say “I’m not wearing any underwear” and that somehow there is this awesome phone encounter that is worthy of writing a note to Penthouse about afterwards. Only I just don’t see it happening.

I do occasionally go commando but it’s ALL about the laundry situation and not at all about some Penthouse phone encounter. And I do sleep nekkid and know that I could actively participate in Defending the Home if I had too. My plan is to scare them away by proudly displaying my wares. Or, maybe I should go with a plan-B and keep weaponry hidden in the various rolls.

I was out of town on business all last week and I have to get on a plane again tomorrow. All day I’ve been lementing the underwear situation, because there are MOUNDS of laundry in every room at the moment. Do I actually DO some of it or shall I go my normal route of just going out and buying more?

Or… should Bill finally get that phone call he’s always wanted?

Nah….