Thong-a, Thong-a, THONG!

Who says you can't have fun as a single...

My friend in beautiful Barbados - Kiki, a handsome and cheeky chap I must say - was my inspiration in writing this particular blog today. About two weeks ago, he and I placed a bet. I told him that the Giants would win the SuperBowl, and of course, because the Patriots had a perfect season so far, he went with the Pats (bad move). Well the coveted prize was not money, but THONGS. Well... um, to make the long story short... I have never bought a man a thong and I didn't EVER want to do that though my curiosity as to why he wanted a thong (maybe its an island man thing) as well as where I could possibly get one for him was churning. And, as I watched the game I was praying hard that I would not have to buy that thong! He later admitted, he never thought he'd lose the bet - but he's probably secretly glad he did. And so the Giants won out (one of the most fantabulous wins in Superbowl History)... and I have a red thong on the way to my house probably as I'm writing this blog.

I love the fact that when I'm right, I'm soooooo right. Another piece of fine underwear to add to my collection. And the great thing about it is... I don't have nice undies to please a man... I have nice undies for me... Don't get it twisted.