When I wake up in the morning, I hit the alarm, roll out of bed and throw on my thick, comfy robe. I rush to cook, pack lunches and get the kids ready so when its time to get in the car and take the kids to school, I never have time to change out of my robe or take off my glasses and put in my contacts (I probably should wake up a few minutes earlier to allow myself some time to get dressed but those last 5 minutes of hitting the snooze button are so worth it ☺). So when its time to leave, I put on some house slippers, throw a jacket on over my robe and hurry out the door. After getting back home this morning, I pull up to the garage, take the car seats out of the car and move them to the truck, wave to a couple passing neighbors that drive by and then head back into the house. When I walk into the kitchen, Ryan is standing there, smirks at me and says Wow. Ya feeling a little frisky this morning?? Confused (because everything about my hair, huge robe and jacket made me look like a homeless person) I look down at myself and I see that under my unbuttoned coat is my robe, wide open and theres my assets and all their glory. Somehow, somewhere, my robe came untied...along with my dignity ;) Flashing the neighborhood or waking up a few minutes earlier? Maybe hitting the snooze and sleeping an extra 5 minutes really isnt worth it. Ha! :)
Posted on: Tue, 16 Dec 2014 13:56:09 +0000
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