Today our friends Vlad and Denise invited us to their home for lunch, as David and Teresa are staying with us they came too. One big happy blog family. We met through blogging awhile ago.
Now Denise and Vlad are Canadians who spend a few months out of the year in their second home is Cotignac , Denise is one fine cook, a seriously funny joke teller, a weenis rubber and a big tease to French Husband.
Today was no exception, thankfully. It is never a dull moment when with Denise and Vlad.
When we arrived Denise served smoked trout blinis and champagne.
The table was set with her crown marked knives that she found at the brocante.
Lust. Drool.
A few moments after we arrived and settled in, and after gobbling a blinis or two, I heard Denise giggling, "...Well you see," she went on, "I hung my laundry out on the terrace and my panties flew off down by the river... I am embarrassed that someone is going to find them!"
While we laughed and joked about her luck, French Husband hopped over the rail and within a few minutes came back with Denise's panties. I teased that the two of them must be up to something because he found them so quickly. Denise was ten shades of red as French Husband held her panties in the air (I never call my underwear panties do you?) asking, "Are these your missing culottes?"
Well the jokes rolled on through the day.
Dave is a master Kite maker. Later in the day he made and flew kites with French Husband and Vlad. My friend Cheryl called from Australia, as I spoke with her peels of laughter interrupted our conversation she asked what was going on, so I told her about Denise's missing panty story and the constant jokes being told. Cheryl not missing a beat added, "Did Dave make the kite with her panty?"
Panties wins by a long shot, even though underwear is used occasionally! Funny story. Sounds like such a happy day, with good friends, food and laughter!
Posted by: carol | 19 September 2014 at 02:11 AM
I've never lost my underwear in public. But I'm working on it.
This reminds me of the Curb Your Enthusiasm episode where Larry tries on a bra belonging to his friend's wife. There are a few four-letter words in here, between the laughs, so apologies in advance:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ac3JgUQPbOE
Posted by: Diogenes | 19 September 2014 at 02:56 AM
Yep, it's panties here until my boys became teenagers and I self-corrected to underwear & boxers.
Corey, my daughter has to complete a semester aboard and she is thinking south of France. When she decides, can it email you to see if you know anything about the school she chooses? Thanks
Posted by: Debra | 19 September 2014 at 03:01 AM
Well I guess the non-embarrassing part of the story for Denise is her "culottes" were light enough or small enough for the breeze to catch them and send them floating away !
Actually I think two drops of pee would of come out if I read that your hubby came back with a pair that wasn't your friends.
Posted by: Carol L | 19 September 2014 at 03:39 AM
Why, yes, I DO call them panties!
Posted by: jadie | 19 September 2014 at 04:05 AM
Oh I LOVE this laughter. I call them underwear, haven't said panties in a very long time.
Posted by: Marilyn | 19 September 2014 at 04:07 AM
That story will live on for a long time! I can just hear Denise telling it! I bet your sides hurt from laughing so much. Panties? No, I can't bring myself to audibly say that word :-) Regards to Vlad & Denise.
P.S. I want Denise's knives, lucky girl!
Posted by: pmj | 19 September 2014 at 06:08 AM
I wanted to see the photo with the panties! I know, I am evil.
Posted by: Patti L | 19 September 2014 at 07:56 AM
Haha, knickers here; there is a very comfy brand called "Thunder Pants"
Posted by: Leigh NZ | 19 September 2014 at 08:36 AM
Isn't that funny - I was just thinking about that word "weenis" last night! Your weenis rubber story was the first place I heard it. I can't believe I've had that word rattling around in my head for 2 years.
Posted by: head in the sun | 19 September 2014 at 10:26 AM
Yep, it's panties in this household -- rarely, rarely 'underwear.' The flying and lost panties story has cracked me up! Thanks for the giggles this morning.
Posted by: Cindy | 19 September 2014 at 12:18 PM
"Unders" here . Reminds me of the time I was heading into a meeting - as I put my arm through my jacket sleeve, a pair of unders shot out and plopped onto the floor. No sense pretending it didn't happen when everyone saw it, so I just grabbed them up and said, "so THAT'S what I couldn't find any this morning"! Keep 'em guessing.
Love the escape and reduce story!
Posted by: deborah | 19 September 2014 at 02:04 PM
"panties" has such a feminine lacy ring to it....nothing at all like the utilitarian undergarments I wear. It's "underpants" or "underwear" all the way here. Maybe I need to go shopping...hmmmm....
Posted by: RebeccaNYC | 19 September 2014 at 02:57 PM
My Grandmother called them "step ins" My entire youth I called them steppins until when older my girlfriends would say "What ARE you talking about?" I don't like the word panty, so I use the word, underwear. Maybe now that I'm as old as as my Grandmother was, I'll go back to using "steppins."
Posted by: Jude | 19 September 2014 at 04:06 PM
Guess I have lived in too many places for I have used panties, underwear - and undies :)
Posted by: charland | 19 September 2014 at 04:27 PM
French husband looks divine in his COLORS!!!!
Posted by: La Contessa | 19 September 2014 at 05:28 PM
Thanks to Ian Dury, "new boots and panties" is my go-to phrase when extremely happy.
Posted by: Franca Bollo | 19 September 2014 at 08:05 PM
Hahahaha!)) Thanks for sharing this hilarious moment with us!
Posted by: aurelia zephire | 19 September 2014 at 09:40 PM
Me too, Patti L.
Or, we can just commend Corey for her restraint and excellent taste in not including them. After all, her mother reads this blog. And she already recently posted a cute butt-grab photo, to Mom's dismay.
Posted by: Rebecca from the pacific northwest | 19 September 2014 at 11:46 PM
Not only do I call mine panties (raised in a household of girls) but when we married, I called David's underwear panties. He protested mightily but eventually gave up and now he calls his underroos panties too.
Oh how I wish Vlad and Denise had been in Cotignac while we were there -- they sure do sound like fun!
Posted by: Rebecca from the pacific northwest | 19 September 2014 at 11:48 PM
My French husband has started calling the undergarment made for the male of the species panties too!! I find it too funny!
Generally, I call them undies -- works for both genders!
(and talk about lusting after that silverware!!!!)
Posted by: monika | 19 September 2014 at 11:59 PM
Loved this . . . Fun to laugh with others and about myself too.
Love the panties story . . . I wouldn't want anyone looking for my "bloomers."
I lost a bra once . . . on the clothes line and then . . . GONE!
Never, ever found it . . . makes me giggle to think of the scenarios that were mentioned after!
Posted by: Lynne | 20 September 2014 at 01:17 AM
what a fun day.. so enchanting how you link the world together. you and yann are a hoot! don't think you have a boring moment together...ever..
how i look forward to the panty hunting tour in provence..
love you all
lana kloch
Posted by: Lana Kloch | 20 September 2014 at 01:51 AM
Too funny! We called them "bloomers" growing up but now it's underwear. Diggin' your husband's colorful clothes.
Posted by: tammyCA | 20 September 2014 at 02:57 AM
Hahaha! What is in FH's pocket? Pocket squares, a pair of panties, or just a pair of plyers?
Posted by: Joanna | 20 September 2014 at 04:01 AM
So funny! I had missed your original weenis post, so thanks for the gift of laughter.
Posted by: Gail | 20 September 2014 at 03:38 PM
yes indeed fancy girls, drool the flatware picture, and again, zooooom to the brocante….what colorful colors on the fence jumper, ***wink*** all in good fun & best to Denise, a real sport ! xo
Posted by: suzanna | 14 October 2014 at 06:18 AM