Thanks for the story about the shopping, SD, I want to go there, too.

Here's what happened yesterday:

Understand that I took off work early, bought stuff for dinner, and a dozen roses, then went home and began preparations. I baked a cake from scratch. I parboiled and smoked 2 slabs of baby back ribs. I cleaned the house as best I could, picked up DD(2.5) and almost had time to give her a bath when W came home (early!). We had a very nice dinner...I had bought corn on the cob because DD loves it, and it is free entertainment watching her eat it. We also had artichokes and bread and wine.
The cake turned out great, except for the lettering on top. I couldn't quite get it to work, so it looked like "Hery Bdlii".
She opened up all the presents and when she got to the not-too-sexy nightgown said that she wasn't sure she was a medium anymore, that she might have to exchange it. Then she got to the box of panties. At first, it was kind of a funny, "oh boy, underwear!" and then she saw the thong.
"I'm not going to wear this"
"I thought you might say that, but what the heck, I thought I'd give it a try."
"I don't want string going up my crack."
"Well, it's either that or a wedgie...what's the difference?"
"I don't get wedgies."
"Let me tell you my thinking. I thought this could help sexually empower you. You could wear it under a business suit and feel...sexual and confident."
Pause.
She said, calmly, "I've been sexually empowered before. I've worn a leather garter belt and stockings under a business suit."
"Not during my tenure," I said.
"If I wanted to feel sexually empowered, then I should have been the one to buy this."
"But you probably wouldn't have, so look at it as my saving you the time and trouble. I'm not forcing you to wear it. I'm not even asking you to wear it. But it's here if you decided to."
Understand that, although she looked mildly annoyed, this wasn't a fight or even an argument.

I started to clean up the kitchen. (another gift). It was about 8:30 and she said, "I'm tired. Do you mind if I go upstairs and lay down?"
"Of course not. It's your birthday." So, she went upstairs to bed. I cleaned the kitchen, put DD to bed (She was hopped up on sugar and I heard her chatting to herself until about 10:30 when I finally fell asleep). I stayed up and watched "Average Joe" and then went to bed.

That's it. No "Battle of the Thong." And she even called this morning to chat. I can't say she'll ever wear it, but the world didn't end when I gave it to her.

Hairdog, who secretly wants to wear the thong himself! Just kiddin'. I already tried it on in the store. Does absolutely nothing for my hairy a$$.