And as I am wont to do when outside my little podunk town, I drove my little rental car to the closest Dillards.
A sweet one, it was. Way bigger than the Dillard’s in our town. Way more selection of cute clothes, guaranteed to turn ThatManILove’s eyes my way. (You know, whenever he does get to come home. Yeah. Mmmmmhmmmmm. ) And, who knew I would have just enough room left in my checked bag to pack 8 items of clothing and still be under the 50lb limit? Yahoooo!
But, I digress.
I never know where to park when I go to a store that size, though. And invariably, I end up parking in the housewares...or the suitcase section.
Yesterday, though, I entered the Dillard's door, and voila! There I was, in menswear.
And what did I happen to see, but Spanx. In the menswear section.
Spanx for Men. AKA "Manx."
And I knew, with all my being, that indeed, God is a just, just God. Because, you see, I myself have been laughed at, nay, ridiculed numerous times while getting into my Spanx. Be it the tights, or the cami, or, God forbid, the slip, donning Spanx is always an accident waiting to happen. Well, at my house, anyway, and with me at the controls.
I cannot wait until ThatManILove discovers Spanx for Men.
Who knows? I may mail him a package anonymously.
He’ll just think it’s a t-shirt. Or underwear. (Yes, ladies and gents, they have both. And they are beautiful, beautiful things, indeed. Oh, yes, they are.)
Until that beautiful moment comes...you know, the one where he tries to put it on? Then, my friends, a new ThatJanieGirl video will surreptitiously appear across the internet.
Bwahahahahahahahahhhhhhh! Game on, indeed!