For this year's Mother's Day gift, my husband took our eight-year old twins to Victoria's Secret to buy pajamas. Never mind that our twins are eight and the store is not exactly G-rated. I could overlook that because my husband knew I needed PJs and somehow - oh Victoria's Secret how DO you do this - my husband associates all nightwear with that store.
On Mother's Day I opened my gifts. My family did find me some cute pajamas, but they also picked up a free Victoria's Secret umbrella that my twins were oh-so-excited about.
Eyes widened with love and affection for their mom, my twins said, "Mommy, look, it's your favorite color, hot pink!"
The umbrella advertised "VICTORIA'S SECRET" in large letters on one of the panels. I acted enthusiastic and thankful. Gave hugs. Gave big thanks. The umbrella seemed to shout about the racy undies I would not be wearing. I hoped and prayed it would never rain again so I wouldn't have to take my new SlutBrella to the elementary school to pick up my kids. But it rained, and here's what happened*:
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*Please excuse the extra-tall aspect ratio problem in my video.