A word of advice
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Let's just say you are in your mudroom, putting in a new load of laundry. You have just finished working out, and are still wearing your exercise clothes. You notice they would fit nicely in the load you are putting in the washer. You then realize that you have nothing else to put on at the moment, but figure you can make a mad dash upstairs. After all, your daughter is in the basement happily singing along to Disney's latest brainwashing tool High School Musical, and your boys are at school. Plus, you were just about to jump in the shower anyway.
DO NOT, under any circumstances, listen to the voice in your head that tells you this is a good thing to do.
It's not.
For as your jiggly, white, naked body is sprinting up the stairs, the doorbell will ring. And you will notice the goofy smile of the UPS man, peeking through the glass on the side of your front door.
And he has just seen you in all your naked glory.
I mean this advice generally, of course. It's not as though anything like this has ever happened to me in real life.
Definitely not today.
And definitely not, say, about an hour ago.
DO NOT, under any circumstances, listen to the voice in your head that tells you this is a good thing to do.
It's not.
For as your jiggly, white, naked body is sprinting up the stairs, the doorbell will ring. And you will notice the goofy smile of the UPS man, peeking through the glass on the side of your front door.
And he has just seen you in all your naked glory.
I mean this advice generally, of course. It's not as though anything like this has ever happened to me in real life.
Definitely not today.
And definitely not, say, about an hour ago.
