I Could Write a Book

I should be working right now, but I am actually waiting for a file to download so I can complete a client order, and with our impossibly slow internet speeds, it may take a while. So I thought, while I wait, I would tell you a story. 

A few weeks ago I was in Houston on business and that night I was a little bored. I started posting movie lines on my Facebook page, to see if anyone could recognize them.

Apparently I am pretty old, and have weird taste in movies. But that is a story for another day...

So a couple of my friends hit on some of the lines I was quoting. The thread took off with others quoting their favorite scenes from my favorite movie, When Harry Met Sally. One friend (hi Kelley!) quoted the scene with Sally and Harry in the diner when Sally is telling her story of days of the week underpants. In case you are not familiar with the genius that is this movie, here is the scene...

Sally Albright: Well, if you must know, it was because he was very jealous, and I had these days of the week underpants.
Harry Burns: Ehhhh. I'm sorry. I need the judges ruling on this. "Days of the weeks underpants"?
Sally Albright: Yes. They had the days of the week on them, and I thought they were sort of funny. And then one day Sheldon says to me, "You never wear Sunday." It was all suspicious. Where was Sunday? Where had I left Sunday? And I told him, and he didn't believe me.
Harry Burns: What?
Sally Albright: They don't make Sunday.
Harry Burns: Why not?
Sally Albright: Because of God.

 I love this scene! It's hilarious! I also love it because, I too, once had days of the week underpants.

And I didn't have Sunday either.

I was a kid, and I loved those stupid things.  They were so special to me; I remember getting excited when they were clean and I could wear them again.  However, at some point, Wednesday went missing.

What happened to Wednesday?? Where was Wednesday? Where had I left it? It was all suspicious.

Wednesday was missing for what seemed like an eternity. I remember it as a few weeks at least, but my memory could be incorrect. Anyway, one day my dad came home from work with a really funny story to tell. As it goes, he was talking to a coworker, and he casually stuck his hand in his pocket. He noticed that it felt like there was something in there, so he pulled out the unexpected object.  In his hand, right in front of his puzzled coworker was

Wednesday.

Can you imagine being an adult and pulling a pair of little girl's unders out of your pocket. Um, yeah. Dad was not amused, I am sure.

I love that memory.

Until,
D :)