Shapewear

Since I have had a really tough weekend in terms of pain and I needed to get a bachelorette party/lingerie shower gift for a friend, Husband was sent out on this mission.  This is somewhat creepy but you gotta do what you gotta do.  

So I sent him to the store with a list of acceptable items from the website, none of which they had.  He calls me and he's walking around with some poor woman helping him.  I have the Lupron equivalent of zero patience (so that would be -20 patience) and I'm yelling "FIND SOMETHING CUTE AND FUN AND SEXY AND BUY IT! OK?! Pretend like you're shopping for me!"  He's getting scared now.  And then he see's something, "oh I've got it, this is perfect."  I say "ok, great, what's the brand?"  "Yummie Tummie."  

I hear laughter in the background from the sales lady.  She clearly cannot control herself and I can literally almost hear her shaking her head and leading him away as she's saying "that's shapewear, oh no, no, no...."  SHAPEWEAR!!!!  Maybe I just haven't been shopping in awhile and they've made some serious advances in shapewear but I think that's totally bizarre.  I'd wonder if he has some sort of shapewear fetish but last time I put my Spanx on he thought I was going for a bike ride.