It has been an interesting day. I thought I would recount a rather unfortunate occurrence.
Exiting the shower today, I realized that I had left my clothes on the couch in the living room.
No one was around so I strolled into the kitchen without a care in the world.
Sensing movement to my left, I inadvertently paused to look. And there, at my back door was our nice postwoman peering in with an armful of parcels. Horror-stricken, I waved at her, frozen in the moment like a bony, less muscled copy of Michelangelo’s David. I had a brief embarrassing flashback of playing shirts and skins in high school and blinding the other team with my scrawny pale chest.
Suddenly realizing that I was less than presentable–a whole heck of a lot less–I could do no more than flee the scene at a full run and dive into the living room sliding my way to a painful case of carpeted road rash.
In my chagrin and mortification, I decided to do the only sensible thing possible and share the horror on the Gems of War forum.
If my neighborhood postwoman–or any other federal employee that happens to see me naked–sees this post, you have my most sincere apologies for the mishap.
And I do hope this doesn’t mean we are dating.