Caught With My Pants Down Pt. 3

As many of you who read my blog know, pants and I don’t necessarily see eye to eye. In fact I only put them on when only when necessary. With that being said, I’ve developed a strategic system so that my sister and her family are not scarred for life by my “trouserleness”. I actually made a “terms of agreement” with them, so that way we all can live harmoniously without the oppression of pants. I get up pretty early, around 4:30 or so, so until around 7 am, when everyone else get up, my dog and I roam the house, pants free. After 10pm if I’m still up and around, I walk around however I please. The “No Pants Peace Treaty” has worked quite well, until my sister forgot to inform me she was having company after 10. This is where my plight takes place.

It’s 10 on the dot, I’m downstairs just hanging out rocking the boyshorts, grabbing a bottle of water, and rocking out to some tasty jams. I’m also looking out at the patio up in the sky strewn across with a cluster of stars. The Vegas weather has been nothing but amazing so I was taking it all in. Then, in a random instant, the doorbell rings, Abbey goes ape-shit (she hates being surprised), and runs to the door. My sister answers and invites one of her friends in. Fortunately for me, I’m in the kitchen, wearing just a V-neck, sweater and boyshorts. Since the kitchen is strategically sectioned off from the living room, all they can see is a seemingly fully dressed me in the kitchen.

My sister then offers her friend a drink and she accepts. They start making their way to the kitchen, and I’m just standing there with a creepy/embarrassed smile on my face trying to figure out how I can not so creepily explain my plight. Fortunately for me, my sister gets to the kitchen first. She’s laughing at a joke that her guest had made and literally mid-laugh, she stops in her tracks, looks at me in my no pants glory, bewildered.  She pauses then laughs and explains to her friend that I’m “freelancing” and to wait in the office so I can put some pants on. I then jokingly point out that it’s past 10 and my sister laughs and agrees, then apologizes that she forgot to tell me she was having a girl’s night. I shrug it off, honestly I was more concerned for the girl’s embarrassment rather than my own.

You know, you’d think I’d stop running around without pants by the shear amount of times I’ve been caught. But I will continue the no pants fight as long as I live to see another day. In addition to the “No Pants Treaty” my sister shoots me a text should there be guests past 10 in which I happily retreat to my room with my pup, in my no pants glory.

 

 

 

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Caught With My Pants Down… Pt. 2

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, my favorite pastime is just chilling in the morning in my boyshorts doing whatever. Now that I’m enjoying my freedom this ritual has been extended into the afternoon as well. Since moving back in with my sister’s family, I’ve had to hide my indecency as to not scare my darling niece and nephew. But now, the afternoon’s are mine and the no pants rule is back in full effect. The only person subjected to this torture is my fur-child Abbey, but since she knows I control the unlimited supply of Dentastix she so loves and has grown accustomed too, she has not voiced her complaints.

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My pup not really caring whether I am or am not wearing pants

The one difference I had not counted on from moving from an apartment where I was on the highest floor to a two story home on a cul-de-sac were the fact that neighbors do exist. I should also mention that the house has a bajillion windows, so of course I opened all of them for the natural light. Failing to remember that neighbors are a real thing, I was casually walking through the living when I managed to lock eyes with my neighbor. It appeared that she was checking her fuse box and in some strange twist of fate was looking through the window at me in my t-shirt and boyshorts glory. Now, I’m not sure if she could see my lower half (nor do I really care at this point), so I did the neighborly thing and waved.

Now before you get any ideas, no, I am not some strange exhibitionist trying to scare everyone out of the neighborhood, I just like to be comfortable. Quite frankly after narrowly escaping the horrors of corporate slavery, I really couldn’t care less if she saw me or not. But, for the sake of being a team player, maybe I’ll leave the blinds closed next time… 😉

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Tee Hee