Pointing In A Different Direction

So, I don't wear pajamas to bed. I haven't since I was about...4. I usually just wear my underwear, unless I'm passed out in the neighbor's yard, or I'm in jail or something.

Then, I'm usually in at least a mini-skirt.

Unless I'm in jail, then I'm not in it for long.

The other night after brushing my teeth and washing my face, I came out of the bathroom in my underwear prepared to crawl into bed and get busy on one of my favorite activities; sleep.

Well...apparently, my..my...MEMBER was pointing in a different direction than it normally does.

So, as I emerged out of the bathroom, Will was lying in bed reading and he looked up at me with a puzzled expression, set his book down and said; "What's going on?"

I was a little confused, so I said; "What?"

And he repeated himself with concern; "What's going on?"

And now, thoroughly confused, I inquired; "What do you mean??"

And he said (and motioned to my peep, which was pointing in that apparently new, exotic direction); "No...THAT. What's going on there? Are you trying something new?"