My dad was a Boy Scout leader for what felt like my entire childhood. I remember many times going to these meetings as some sort of family outing - makes our last family trip to the John Deere factory and Cabela's look like Disneyland now that I think about it though! I would stand when they did their pledge, mimic their signs and pretend I knew what I was doing. I'm practically a Boy Scout - probably have my Eagle patch by now. In fact, I most likely would have had more badges from Boy Scouts than from my Girl Scout days (my troupe leader was a nut-so crazy lady). Two weeks ago over Easter weekend though, I would have totally had my "Prepardness Badge" removed.
It all started with the hurried packing I did for the weekend a mere 20 minutes before we left town for 2 days. I had thrown about 12 outfits in my bag (I wore sweatpants for a good 24 hours though) because I had no idea what we'd be doing and what I thought to be about 6 pair of underwear. I generally overpack - as for underwear, I pack about 3 pair per day I'm going to be gone. I don't know why, but I do. I just reach into the
In a fit of panic, I decided I'd just wash them in the sink, hang them to dry and they'd be all good by the time we were ready to go out. I was not about to just turn them inside out - I'd been in sweat pants for a good solid 24 hours, and well, you know how that is. The moment I threw them in the sink though, I knew I'd made a mistake. "Oh my god, what am I going to do? I'll just ask his sister if I can borrow a pair of hers. Okay, perfect, no one will ever know."
So that's what I did. I asked my boyfriend's sister if she had an extra pair. She has 3 kids and a husband, of course she packs extra everything right? Wrong. You see where this is going right?
I wasn't about to go without for the evening, so his mom offered me a pair and I asked that we not share that fact with him. I ended up telling him anyways because he'd seen my "freshly washed in the sink" pair that I'd draped over a fan in hopes of them drying before I put his mom's on. No dice. Oh, did I mention this was on our anniversary? I wore his mom's underwear on our 2 year anniversary. How did he get so lucky? Or how did I get so lucky that no one even blinked an eye when I asked to borrow such a thing!?
And after we'd all had a good laugh about that, his 3 year old niece found a green condom in my purse and proudly came running around the corner to show all of us, his parents included, her new finger puppet. Needless to say, that pretty much trumped the underwear fiasco and disqualified me from every getting my Preparedness Badge back.
Anyone else have any embarrassing stories from visiting the in-laws they'd like to share?? What badge would you lose for sure?