I am not one of those people.
Remember when I posted about walking around my house naked?
Guess what I was doing a few days after writing that?
Walking around my house naked.
I was in dire circumstances: I had no clean clothes left to wear because I'd procrastinated on doing laundry a little too much.
No pants, no underwear, and definitely no tops.
Since I was pretty sure going to work the next day naked would be in violation of company policy, I went downstairs to do my laundry.
I even took off the clothes I was wearing, 'cause, you know, if you're going to wash your clothes, you might as well do ALL your clothes, right?
So there I was, stuffing my clothes into the washer in my birthday suit, when I hear footsteps padding out of the next room. My grandmother's room is right next to the laundry room.
|GRANDMA'S SUPPOSED TO BE NAPPING!|
|WHY? WHY WHY WHY?!|
|MAYBE IF I SCRUNCH MYSELF INTO A SMALL BALL,|
GRANDMA WON'T NOTICE ME.
No such luck.
My grandma sees me and the first words out of her mouth are:
|JANICE, CAN YOU HELP ME WRITE SOMETHING?|
And, I was like: Sure, Grandma, er, let me put on some clothes first.
Gma: No, that's okay, just write this down for me.
And I obliged.
Now I triple-check before walking around naked.