This Sunday, my Mom turns 53.
Anyone who knows me understands how close I am with Mama Leslie. We’re essentially the same exact person with a 25-year age gap. Honestly, the only differences I can think of are that she knows how to play the piano, I’m more frivolous with my money, and she exercises significantly more patience. Other than that, we’re two peas in a pod. Mom and I have the same strengths, same weakness, same dreams…even the same voice! Despite being halfway across the country, I feel like Mom’s right next door as we talk on the phone at least once a day.
So…when Leslie’s birthday rolls around, I like to do something extra special. This year I had something extravagant in mind. Possibly a designer handbag or luxurious pair of heels? Yet well aware that I’m not always the most practical gift giver, I decided it would probably be best to call Mama Leslie beforehand and see what she wanted.
After getting over the initial disappointment, I realized underwear was something I could totally work with. Granny panties can be incredibly fabulous! Being that Mom is conservative with her finances, I knew she would never in a million years splurge for a fancy pair of drawers on her own. Slowly but surely, my excitement grew as I browsed the Victoria Secret website for the fanciest Mom-undies money could buy. Ten pairs later, I was feeling pretty solid about this birthday gift. Afterall, life’s far too short to walk around wearing dowdy underwear.
A few days ago, the package arrived in the mail. Mom immediately called me, thanking me profusely for picking out something so nice. “I can’t believe I finally have something other than Fruit of the Loom!” she exclaimed.
(Hours later, I received a second call from my sister: ”Katrina,” she giggled “Mom is so excited about that underwear! It’s kind of the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life! Who knew a nice pair of undies could be such a source of joy?”)
Fast forward to last night, when I noticed my favorite snuggle pooch in all the land was looking a bit…well…depressed.
Typically, I cheer this Triznatch up with a treat from the pantry, or a romp around the living room with her stuffed toy shark. But I couldn’t seem to find “Sharky”, and she’d already well exceeded her daily snack limit. Suddenly, I remembered Mom’s birthday gift and it came to me — Jolie’s despondence was most likely due to the fact that she doesn’t have any good underwear! (I don’t know why I didn’t think of this sooner. It’s, like, painfully obvious.)
I didn’t have anything handy that would accommodate a tail, so I decided a surprise from the brassiere department was probably the wisest choice. After a few minutes of scrounging, I was able to locate a piece that fits Jolie’s snuggling lifestyle, without inhibiting belly rubs or her constant desire to roll over. Without further ado, I give you Jolie’s first sports bra:
As you can see, the bra’s mood-boosting effects were nearly instantaneous. As an added perk, her fancy new lady-wear doubles as a breathable, sweat wicking neck pillow.
If these two stories don’t prove a direct correlation between nice underwear and a more positive outlook on life, I don’t know what does.
Also…I’m kind of considering changing my title from “Web Designer & Blogger” to “Underpants Fairy Godmother”. That would certainly add some spice to my LinkedIn Profile, don’t you think?
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