Ever laughed when you knew you shouldn't? Battled with Satan over chocolate? Forgotten to wear lipstick to the Garden Club meeting? Tried to define variorium? At times like these, what else can you do but Tuck Your Skirt in Your Panties and Run?
In her much awaited second book, Tuck Your Skirt in Your Panties and Run, award winning writer Lucy Adams, author of If Mama Don't Laugh, It Ain't Funny, takes readers on a roller-coaster ride through life's most embarrassing moments and delivers them safely on the other side. In her usual form, Adams gives readers an eye-watering, nose-snorting, giggling gift of a good time.
Join a 40 year-old bridesmaid on her journey to walk down the aisle, delve into a magnolia massacre, attend a hawg killin' with the communists, do some island living country style, and inflict vicarious revenge on the inventor of the balloon. Adams's wit will make you turn around and check your own underwear. Best of all we each can relax in the realization that we're not the only ones running with our skirts tucked in our panties.
Here's an excerpt from her book...
“If I fall off of this ladder,” I told my husband, “brush my hair, paint my toenails, freshen my lipstick, and dress me in something cute before taking me to the emergency room or, heaven forbid, the morgue,” as if a guy who claims he can’t do the detail painting could pull black silk slacks over a protruding broken bone without ripping them, or slip me into my white blouse with the three-quarter length sleeves without getting head-wound blood on it.
“What’s wrong with what you have on?” he asked, serious as a felony.
I weebled the ladder back toward the mirror. “Look at me! This shirt is faded, I’m splattered with paint, and my ponytail is lopsided. I can see my purple drawers through that hole in the seat of my pants.”
Recalling advice I supplied my own mother, in my infinite 13 year-old wisdom, back when she was my age, I replied “Not jeans.”
“But I like you in jeans,” he said.
“That’s what worries me.”
“How about a skirt,” he suggested.
“Make sure it’s not too short. The black one with white polka-dots that hits at mid-knee would look great. Pair it with the shirt gathered at the bodice.”
“I have no clue what you’re talking about. Just trust me to make a good decision.”
“You’ll dress me in something that looks good to you, or, worse, something you’ve always wanted me to wear. There’s no telling what those ER folks will think we’ve been up to. Not painting, that’s for sure.”
“No boots,” I continued. “Unless they have a low-profile heel.”
“Bodice? Low profile? What the?”
“Comfortable, closed-toe shoes are probably best.”
“You’ll be on your back,” he reminded me.
“The tunnel to the light might be long,” I reminded him. “There may well be a whole lot of walking in the afterlife and I sure don’t want to go limping in looking like a hussy. Which brings us to undergarments.”
“You want me to change your underwear?”
“Listen,” I commanded. “Put me in plain, white Hanes for Her with the elastic intact.” Seeing a gleam in his eye, I added, “I won’t think it one bit funny if I come-to getting sawed in half by a thong.”
“I tell you what,” he offered, fed up with emergency fashion, “come on down off that ladder and go freshen your lipstick and put on your crisis panties. I’ll finish this.”
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And now, without further ado, the giveaway! Author Lucy Adams has generously agreed to giveaway a tote bag to a lucky winner!
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