Let The Panties Fly

It has been brought to my attention that I owe a follow-up post.  Someone remembered my promise to tell you about the other amazing thing I had heard.  And then there was no next time.  Except now there is.  So here we go.

I have a favourite local walking route and a favourite local friend I like to drag along it on a regular basis.  The main goal of our evening walk is to complete the route without perceptibly wetting our pants (due to incapacitating hyena-woman laughter) and/or embarrassing the other person in a permanently scarring way.  The fresh air and temporary reversion to our adolescent hyperactive-ridiculosity is good for the complexion.  Yes, ridiculosity is a made up word and yet very accurate.

On one of our last excursions (not the one where we argued over who was more responsible and should therefore be The Holder of the car keys and then that unnamed person LOST them and we had to search for them in the dark!  Not me!) we were discussing life-long friendships and FF (Favourite Friend) told me an amazing tale. 

She told me about a woman who I wish I could have met, for the stories I have heard about this woman are legendary.  This icon produced not only several humans, but one extremely unique and brilliant human that happens to be married to my FF, making him another of my FFs.

So this legendary woman had a friend and they were friends for many years.  One of their favourite things to do together was road tripping.  They would take turns driving long stretches of Canadian Highway while trading stories and making each other laugh until they cried.  And as my FF was describing her mother-in-law and her hilarious raunchy ways a fondness for her blossomed in my heart.  And then she told me, so casually, that eventually her mother-in-law and her friend finally had to start wearing adult diapers on their road trips.

And I sighed wistfully.

"Really?!  Because they were so old?  Because they were so close and even though they were so old they couldn't bear to give up their epic road trips together?"

It was so romantic.  So sweet... and so gross, I just couldn't stand how great that was.

And then it got so much better.

My friend looked at me surprised, as if it should be obvious.

"NO!  Those were just road trip diapers!  They were sick of peeing their pants.  They used to make each other laugh so hard they'd soak their underwear and have to wave them out the window as they ripped down the highway to dry them out.  The diapers were just easier."

And right then that fondness in my heart exploded in to full on love and borderline worship.

"Awesome."

Myrtle, I never met you, but seems to me you were the coolest.