Funny is...

Funny is going to a private school, where you are forced to wear stupid pleated skirts that are hideous, and plaid. Funny is that it's always windy at said school. Funny is the irony it takes when you wake up in the morning, look outside and say to yourself, "It's windy today. I should pick a pair of underwear kind of like how grandma taught me. Something I wouldn't be ashamed to be wearing in a car accident. Only in this case, something  to wear in anticipation of a windy gust blowing up my skirt into a Marilyn Monroe- fashion pose."

So this morning, I did pick a pair of underwear I felt would pass the test. The ones with the aviator sunglasses on them. Duh. What would you have picked? The very few choices any better than those were in the wash. So I threw today's choice on, and funny was jealous. And I didn't think another thought about it. But as funny would teach me, funny is walking up the stairs laughing yourself into tears with a friend and then having him mention that he thinks aviators are cool. Funny gets worse when funny is not noticing what he was referring to. Funny is making it through the entire day without realizing that a ridiculous laugh-fest had turned into Flash-Fest '08. Funny is finally realizing it while driving out of the parking lot, as he jumped on the hood of my car and offered to flash his boxers to make up for things.