Thursday, October 18, 2007

We take a break from our regularly scheduled caffeinated ramblings...

To bring you complete and utter mortification.

Today my cable company came out to see if they could re-hook my cable, which was partially disconnected by that unnamed large satelite tv provider henceforth known as the devil (and I signed a 2-year contract with the devil, ya'll).

The cable company said that they don't go into the attic or anything, but that their guy would check the cable box and see if they could just re-hook it there, otherwise the devil would have to do it.

So this afternoon a youngish, not unattractive man (Isaac if you're reading this, the only reason I mention that is because it makes my mortification that much worse. If you were a woman you'd understand this) so, a youngish, not unattractive man shows up at my door and looks at the cables and decides to go above and beyond the call of duty.

Literally.

He went up into the attic to see what he could see.

And what he saw were two foundational garments hanging on the doorknob that he had to unlock and open to get to the attic access through our laundry room.

And ya'll.

Ya'll.

I don't have small, discreet foundational garments.

So I did what any modest girl would do and pretended that it didn't happen, that they didn't exist and that he didn't see anything.

And then he went into my bedroom to check the outlets there.

My bedroom.

By now most of you know about my laundry habits while my husband is deployed.

So, needless to say, there were more foundational garments lying on the bed in all their not-small glory.

The bed which he had to get behind to reach the cable outlet.

I won't even mention the boudoir pictures on the wall that I had taken for my husband two years ago when he was in Afghanistan and I was skinny.

The ones of me in my foundational garments and little else.

The ones I would hide if I knew someone was going into my bedroom.

I really just might die of the mortification.

19 comments:

Sheree said...

*shriek*!!!!

Megan@SortaCrunchy said...

OH CHRISTY!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am laughing so much right now, but only because that is EXACTLY the sort of thing that would happen to me. In fact, that may very well have happened to me and I have successfully blocked it out . . .

Frazzmom said...

Knowing that you probably gave the cable guy his laugh of the day is probably of little to no consolation ;-)

Not to mention the chuckle your husband probably got when he read about it!

But the big question is... Did he fix the cable?!!

Christy said...

Yes, he *mostly* fixed the cable. It turns out that the devil cut one our cables into our living room, so the cable for our internet is now running right through the middle of the floor! So I'll be on the phone again tomorrow trying to get someone out here to fix the cut cord :(

Heidi said...

Christy,
You have really made me laugh tonight. I just love your blog. You have such a great sense of humor.
Heidi

Lisa@Take90West said...

You made me laugh so hard! That was so funny, albeit at your expense!
I think you must be the talk of all the cable guys now...they'll all be clammoring to get the appointment at the house of the 'boudoir picture' lady!

Jen said...

Oh sooooo funny! Believe me though - I'm sure the Cable Guy has seen worse! What a great story over breakfast - so much better than the morning news!

Bethany said...

My goodness! What craziness! I'm mortified for you...I would die. But it does sound like something that would happen to me too. Of course, I don't have boudoir photos...nor am I likely to ever get skinny enough for any.

It was a great story though! But I'm terribly sorry about you meeting up with the devil! Goodness. I think whoever provided (claimed to provide) you with service used to teach me Middle School Math in college! :D

Isaac said...

Christy, you are not allowed to notice "youngish, not unattractive" men. I'll be back soon enough.

Debbie said...

Christy, you cracked me up in more ways than one. 1st your description of the cable guy. I used to work for a cable company. I get it..

2nd I am single and have been mortified when my maintainance men have come unexpected into my place with my unmentionables all over and my unorganized mess..

Thanks for the laugh. If its any consulation I am sure they have seen worse.. God bless deb

Michelle said...

Oh I feel for you! I guess your a lesson for us all to learn!

Misty said...

oh my goodness!!! laughing so hard... Bless your heart. If only he'd been 45, fat and bald...

Hopefully he didn't blog about it too :)

krista said...

I just hate it when we girls have to sit around and wait for those guys to come to the house.....it's so uncomfortable.....

You are great at telling stories...thanks for the laugh!

The Small Scribbler said...

You are the funniest! Foundational garments. You just cracked me up this morning!

Kate

Joyful Days said...

So happy to have found your blog. Glad I put the coffee down before I started reading. I would've spilled it laughing. Or baptized the keyboard with it...or something.

Emily (Laundry and Lullabies) said...

My word, I'm so glad you overcame the mortification enough to share it with us. What a wonderful, hilarious story! I think I would have died on the spot. That or refused him entry into my room. Maybe both... :)

Stretch Mark Mama said...

Love it, just love it!

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Heather said...

I just found you through the Fall Bloggy giveaway and I have to tell you, we are currently (almost) living the same life! My husband is an Air Force officer, currently deployed due back in a couple of months. We have two kids, ages 4 and 2. I'm adding you to my favorites!

http://runningfromthelittlepeople.blogspot.com

suzof7 said...

LOL - I laugh, I really laugh, but only because I have had a very similar situation happen to me! I think I'm going to have to come here often - if only to prove I'm not the only one...