What can brown do for you?
This happened five minutes ago.
I just came home from swimming with Isaac and Norah at a friend's house. I took off my swimsuit and was about to jump in the shower when Norah and Isaac both made it perfectly clear they each wanted to be fed first. Aware of the open blinds, I grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around me while I found some food for Isaac. Then I grabbed Norah, shedding the blanket, and sat on the couch furthest from the windows, and began to nurse her, all the while thinking--(hoping)--about how my neighbors wouldn't be able to see me, even if they did look out their windows.
At the very moment that I was pondering my naked condition and thinking about the open windows and basking in the freedom to be naked in your own house if you want to be--surprise!--a head showed up from out of nowhere, walking past the window towards the door, package in hand. And of course, looking straight at me through the window. D'oh! Naturally, my reaction oozed grace and suaveness: with a look of utter horror on my face, I jumped off the couch with Norah, fully exposing my naked self to the UPS guy, and sprinted into the kitchen, where I cowered behind the bar counter.
He didn't ring the doorbell.
He left me these:
Wasn't that nice of him? I'm pretty sure I gave him something, in return: a good laugh with the guys back at the loading dock.
Note: Let it be known that I chose to blog about this immediately, so I still sit, this time wearing a blanket and some new red flats, in front of the open windows facing the street. Lesson not learned.
I just came home from swimming with Isaac and Norah at a friend's house. I took off my swimsuit and was about to jump in the shower when Norah and Isaac both made it perfectly clear they each wanted to be fed first. Aware of the open blinds, I grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around me while I found some food for Isaac. Then I grabbed Norah, shedding the blanket, and sat on the couch furthest from the windows, and began to nurse her, all the while thinking--(hoping)--about how my neighbors wouldn't be able to see me, even if they did look out their windows.
At the very moment that I was pondering my naked condition and thinking about the open windows and basking in the freedom to be naked in your own house if you want to be--surprise!--a head showed up from out of nowhere, walking past the window towards the door, package in hand. And of course, looking straight at me through the window. D'oh! Naturally, my reaction oozed grace and suaveness: with a look of utter horror on my face, I jumped off the couch with Norah, fully exposing my naked self to the UPS guy, and sprinted into the kitchen, where I cowered behind the bar counter.
He didn't ring the doorbell.
He left me these:
Wasn't that nice of him? I'm pretty sure I gave him something, in return: a good laugh with the guys back at the loading dock.
Note: Let it be known that I chose to blog about this immediately, so I still sit, this time wearing a blanket and some new red flats, in front of the open windows facing the street. Lesson not learned.
Comments
We have a bamboo-type screen on our front window that is see-through at night when our lights are on. Didn't figure that one out for awhile. Think I gave the neighborhood a little show for a few weeks.
Then it made me think of bookclub at Marilyn's when a few women shared similar stories, but I have to say you take the cake, eat it and lick the platter clean!
Cute shoes!
I LOVE it!
I bet "seeing naked people" is in the benefits package at UPS.