Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for February 19, 2025

…they are not mine…

…they are mine…

…Superman’s laundry day…

…or is it Supergirl’s?…

…her mother hanging the girl next door’s laundry on the line…

…left me almost as excited as when the girl next door…

…left her curtains open with the light on…

…though it was a sin to look so I never did…

…my older brother did…

…the goober…

Tighty-whitey underwear flying on the line

In ship distress code what could it mean?

Could it signify surrender

Or a plea for a washing machine?

(Last shore on land the island food

Might not have been washed off clean

And also Kaopectate would be nice

Their supply is rather lean!)

I’m okay. You’re okay. There may be a few things that occasionally come up that might indicate otherwise, but I’m willing to assume that these are just because we are different people, and have different ways for doing things. This is an essential underpinning to my ability to process and accept the actions of people around me. Theoretically, it places me squarely in equanimity. In reality, I’m only taking things that trouble me, and stuffing them down into a place I never look, compacting them, and forcing more and more to be ignored and invisible. Occasionally, there is an “accident”, and I have to cleanse myself of my demons.

wet briefs

Here’s your answer to “How’s it hangin’?”

Airing the dirty laundry. Once frowned upon.

Transactional cowardice? Its like your underwear – it’s up to ya!

It looks like we’re partway through an argument or a competition between not-especially-friendly-or-complimentary neighbors. I think the laundry’s clean, but the conversation might not be.

Some men can’t fit in the “big pants” these days!

They’re still whining about everything is so unfair and they want their fair share….and more! ☹️

The lack of the traditional cross over flap universal on generic male unpigmented briefs indicate that we are, in fact, observing ‘grannie panties’ on full display.

Clorox will be available at the nearest eye wash station.

It looks to be cowardly with a chance of scribbles …!

Is that like a bodice for the brain? It makes your eyes bug out like melons in perky terror, which is often misinterpreted as aggressive disdain, derailing any hope for a transactional love fest.

Alternately, bodice is a term for cured pork rib that is boiled until tender. The bones give the meat a sweet taste, kinda of like a transactional love fest.

I’m OK – You’re OK is a 1967 self-help book by psychiatrist Thomas Anthony Harris. It is a practical guide to transactional analysis as a method for solving problems in life.

The book made the New York Times Best Seller list in 1972 and remained there for almost two years. It is estimated by the publisher to have sold over 15 million copies to date and to have been translated into over a dozen languages.

From the movie " Around the World in One Pair of Underpants."

Nothing like some good ol’ trans action coward ice.

It all depends…

Are those granny panties or tighty whitey’s?