Ok, so the lights kept going on and off and on and off and on and off and on and off.
It wasn't any excuse to wear my husband's underpants.
So what if I couldn't really see and thought his freshly washed briefs were my panties? Okay, that thingie in the front SHOULD have warned me. But hell, it was a hurricane and I was scared and distracted, the wind is howling outside, tree branches are whacking the roof, the parrot, in the living room was squawking and the dogs were whimpering ... again... and my husband was at the hospital, working, AGAIN... leaving me alone during yet another hurricane... (how many is this now? Five?) I just wanted to have on fresh panties.
Just in case. Because my mom always told me, always wear clean underwear in case of an accident. And I always listened to my mom. And I figured an accident can apply directly to a hurricane. So as the trees are bending and the rain is pouring, I put on my husband's underwear.
I took them off immediately, of course, as soon as I figured out what happened.
I didn't like the feel of that thingie in the front.
And now it's after the fact, and I still have power. The dogs are fine, the parrot is back on teh patio warbling FU to anyone who listens and I even cooked a lasanga for my husband (who worked 17 hours straight) and my father-in-law (who is staying with us now b/c he doesn't have power).
I just didn't tell him about the underwear incident. It's our little secret, okay? ;-)