Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Sleepless in Suburbia or Why It's Not Cool to Flash Your Sunday School Class

So last night I was so worried about leaving my car in the secured-parking-lot-that-isn't-so-secured, I decided to head to suburbia eventhough our place wasn't (and still isn't) all the way packed up. . . we're in-between places right now (I won't go into details because I think my husband would not really appreciate it too much).

Instead, I'm going to tell you a little story about the time I flashed my gospel doctrine class my black thong while teaching sunday school at the singles ward. The reason why I'm thinking about this right now, is because I was telling Danny about a compliment I had received from our Vice President at work today. She had told the entire dept at our meeting in SGU about New Hire Orientation and was very generous with her compliments about my presentation style. So I was telling Danny my time as a "gospel doctrine" teacher was paying off...

"Did you flash your thong?" Danny asked as I was explaining my win to him. "Because that's always a crowd pleaser."

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The story goes that a girl in my office had purchased a darling size 12 skirt from Ann Taylor (or some other suit-type business like joint). It was too short for her, since going through the temple and so she asked if anyone at the office wanted it. It was an adorable navy pin stripe and I never turn my face at a good deal -- especially if it's A.T. so I thought, "Hmmm, a size 12. I'm really a little bit smaller than that, but it will give me a little room to manipulate if I eat too much at Sunday dinner and find myself with a food baby..."

So one fateful Sunday afternoon, I dressed in said skirt paired with a white button down shirt (untucked) on top to hide how "low-riding' the skirt was.... no harm no foul, right? WRONG!!!

At one moment while teaching Sunday School (in a singles ward mind you) I turned around to post something on the top of the chalk board where that line of coarkboard is.... well, I'm only 5'5" ... and even in heels it was a stretch. So much of a strech that my shirt didn't cover my lower-lower back when I stretched my arms over head... and my skirt was hangin so low that my panties were sticking out of the top of my skirt like some sort of Britney Spears / "hot for teacher" video (only I don't think it was sexy... just inappropriate, you know?)

The worst part is that I had no idea it had happened, until my neighbor mentioned it to me before sacrament meeting....

Needless to say, I had some repenting to do for my lack of panty lines in church.

Now is probably a good time to step away from the computer . . .

5 comments:

Spencer Davis said...

You may be giving up by leaving downtown, but think of all you will gain. 1-Olympus Hills Bowling/Arcade--nothing is better than sticking your finger in gross bowling ball finger holes and then eating delicious greesy freedom fries. 2-The safety of living above Wasatch Blvd. 3-The commute to go to a Skyline Eagles football game is almost nothing.

What more can you ask for in life?

Anonymous said...

I just snorted as I read that story. I thought you were going to say that you purposefully pulled out a pair of undies to show as a visual aid, because I wouldn't put it past you to do that if there was a point to it. But I was laughing so hard to know that you were wearing them and that you didn't know you were flashing everyone some cute tush. Love it.

Kirkland's said...

Sabrena, I don't know now how I stumbled upon your blog, but I am SO happy. Your "journal" makes me laugh and miss your wittiness. Was I there when you flashed your panties?? Anyhoo, I didn't know you got married, your hubby seems darling. Congrats on that. I'd love to keep in touch!

Mel

WIKKY said...

But don't you kindof wish you could wear the thongs with your skirts now? I stay in my gym clothes sometimes just to feel "cool" for a while!!!!

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