Feathers n red face!

Okay, so this next entry is a little bit...umm ...risque. Please do not read any further if you get embarrassed easily about things of a sexual nature.

I am a married woman. I have a great marriage and from what I understand, an average sex life. I've had the opportunity to discuss, with some of my closest friends, the ups and downs of marriage; things like children, bills, home (clean or dirty), etc, etc, etc...
Well, during some of the conversations, the topic of intimacy occasionally pops up (ignore the pun) and I have come to realize that the frequency of romantic moments and the frequency of close encounters of the intimate kind, seem to diminish over time. Don't get me wrong. This, by no means, insinuates that a marriage is failing or is less strong because of this. It actually means that the couple are growing comfortable.
I hate that last word...
Comfortable.
It almost seems like a bad word when it comes to a relationship.
Think about it. You are comfortable going to bed in a t-shirt and cotton granny panties and he is comfortable picking his nose while reading the paper.
This is the life of a married couple. It's great, but it shouldn't be.
Every once in a while we need to spice things up. We need to remember that tightening of the chest and deep breath we would take for just a simple kiss and that excitement that was evoked within us during the "dating phase."
Okay, enough Dr. Phil, here is my story.

My sweet hubby came home one day at 2 pm. This is great because, the heathens are still in lock down at the school until 3:15 pm
He called me before he left work and I had about 15 minutes to prepare for a little surprise for him. I scrambled to my "special" drawer. This drawer is special because it is rarely opened and is full of all the crap that I would NEVER wear to bed to sleep...it's full of lace and strings and see through things. Ya know ladies, all the stuff that screams, "Take me you beast!"
Now, I so rarely open this drawer that when I do, it's kinda like shopping in a lingerie store. Its been so long since I have seen this stuff that I often forget that I had this or that and so it is all like new to me!
Okay, so I pick out a few little pieces of material, one had feathery trim, enough said.
Anyway, my hubby came home....yada yada yada.
Okay, so the funny part. All of my blogs have a central "funny part" to them.
Kids come home, homework is completed, dinner is served, our night is wrapping up and we are about to play a card game with Brit and Blake (Brit's BF).
Before we can play, Brit realizes that she has to have her tennis jersey for her first tennis match and that she must find it. Blake and Brit leave the room and go from bedroom to bedroom, closet to closet looking for her team shirt. They finally give up and come to the kitchen and we all sit at the kitchen table for a nice, wholesome, family card game.
They begin to giggle and I, of course want in on the joke and ask what is so funny. They look at each other and nod and say nothing. Now, we all know that if two teenagers are giggling and not wanting to share the story with all, then it is most definitely is NOT nothing. So, I ask again.
Brit begins by saying that they were looking EVERYwhere for her shirt. She really enunciated the "every" part of that word.
I looked at her with a blank stare and said, "annnd..."
She leaned over and whispered in my ear, "We looked in your dirty clothes hamper."
Again, with a blank face I asked, "annnnd..."
They both began to laugh and I was confused.
She leaned over and said, "feathers mom."
As soon as she said the word feathers, my stomach dropped and my mind flashed to earlier in the afternoon when I was igniting that spark in my marriage. I flashed to look on his face when he got home and then I flashed to what was lying in my laundry hamper!

My face burned red.
I looked across the table at my husband who was still sitting there with a blank look on his face. I began to laugh uncontrollably and could not leave the kitchen fast enough! I could not stay in the same room with my teenage daughter and her boyfriend and my still ignorant husband. I was so completely embarrassed. I collapsed in the hall floor with laughter.
I knew the joke.
They knew the joke.
Philip did not.
Poor guy.
When I was finally able to compose myself, I came back to the kitchen and explained to Phillip and he berated the teens for being in our room and for going through our dirty clothes.
I am still sitting here laughing.
I think that poor Brittni was the real victim here.
I would die if I had found something like that of my mother's! EEEWWWW!!
Anyway, I have insurance and will just have to pay for her therapy! Maybe she will learn to keep her funky butt out of my room. HA!