When Debbie Farmer was invited to one of those home lingerie parties she replied, “No way. Shopping for lingerie is in the same category as trying on bathing suits or wearing underwear made from rubber bands. Let me know when you’re pushing air-tight plastic containers again.”
She was talked into going, but Debbie didn’t have the best time…
When it was over, I still hadn’t found anything right for me, so I grabbed my purse and headed towards the door.
“Don’t you want a special nightie for Valentine’s Day?” my friend said.
“Sure,” I said. “Do you have something washable, preferably flannel, since it gets kind of cold at our house? And I’d like it to have deep pockets, deep enough to hold extra tissue and cold medicine for when the kids get sick, and maybe a flashlight if the power ever goes out, and maybe even squeeze in snacks to bring from the refrigerator when the family’s gathered around the TV.”
The other guests were silent. I quickly thanked my friend and turned to leave. As I reached the door, I pretended not to hear what I’m positive I heard someone whisper: “Gee, she doesn’t get out much, does she?”