This morning I got off to a, well, a groggy start. And of course, it being the weekend and all, it was a sort of early start.
Did I mention groggy?
Well so there I was futtering about in the kitchen, on the phone trying to bee-booop-beeep my way through some automated system. I was in my sleep shirt which is basically a really long tee shirt and I was trying on a new strapless bra my sister gave me.
Oh yeah, I was trying the bra on OVER the sleep shirt, because hey, I put the "ass" in "class".
And so I am kind of doing things mindlessly because of the be-boooping. At which point I see something out on the deck that needs my attention. So out I go, on the phone, with a strapless bra on over my nightshirt.
I am sort of trying to concentrate on the phone, which means that when I turn around to go back into the house I am surprised to see my neighbor sitting outside drinking a cup of coffee. (It was a gorgeous morning)
Quite frankly this neighbor does not look appropriately surprised, however I am in a nightshirt and bra. So who am I to say anything.
At least it's not a sweater and galoshes like the last time.