Aluminum Underpants

Someday, I am going to publish a collection of the bizarre things that actually come out of my husband's mouth. They will be totally out of context, which of course will make them even funnier. I can't count the number of times I've said to myself, "I wonder if anyone in the history of the English language has ever uttered those particular words in that particular order before?" As an example, this morning we're lounging around doing a lot of nothing (Bella is with her grandmother and great-grandmother for a girls' day out)...I'm reading, and Alex is watching an old Star Trek episode, "Gamesters of Triskelion". Joy of joys, it's the one with the disembodied brains, which of COURSE Kirk can outsmart, but not before he seduces the obligatory alien woman. This alien woman, "Shahna", is wearing what looks like some sort of shiny aluminum bathing suit--ALL Star Trek females, no matter what species, dress like Vegas showgirls. So I'm minding my business, reading 'blogs, and Dear Alex turns to me and says, in his best Nascar-fan accent, "Baby, why don't you get you some of them tinfoil panties?"