Boxers Schmoxers

Apparently there was a section of our wedding vows that I didn't notice. The part where it said I promise to obey the Underwear Laws as set by my pregnancy minded wife.

I gotta tell you that my balls have never complained about the heat from my briefs.

But I love Charlotte, and frankly the style of my underwear isn't something I care that much about. So, baby, here are some options I want YOU to consider.

Here's the obvious choice.








These are for those formal occasions when I need to dress up. Heh heh. Dress UP, get it? UP? Because you know I'm always up for you, baby.







Me, Tarzan. You, Jane. If I wear these, my balls will be loose and free as the fertility gods intended.

Plus, there's the easy-access aspect that I like a whole lot.

I do draw the line at doing a Tarzan yell. A mans dignity can only take so much abuse.



And here are some shorts that have a pocket for my iPod. If I just install some tiny speakers near the crotch, my developing sperm can rock and roll. Maybe I can even find a company that will manufacture these for other fathers to be. Just think. I could be the George Foreman of fertility underpants.