My Neighbor’s Underpants
So there I was at my dining room table, having breakfast with the kids and my mother-in-law and eating breakfast when WHOOSH there goes a streak of white. And again. And again. Yes, it was my Nekkid Neighbor in her panties, almost nekkid across the way, dashing around her dining room. Why won’t they get window coverings? Because we have them, so apparently they don’t
need them. Only, I don’t think I should have to keep the blinds drawn all the time. Children need a little natural light.
Only not so much “natural white,” if you know what I mean.
Her husband has been working on being “not so naked all the time,” as Nekkid Neighbor puts it. Neat.
One time when Nekkid Neighbor’s dad was in town, he wore a chicken suit while eating dinner. That was pretty funny, to me, Hockey God and the kids. I phoned the neighbors and said Never mind the window coverings if you’re going to entertain us like this. Goofy. But they rilly, rilly need to keep the clothes on.
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It’s the nude beach maxim: The last ones you want to see naked are the first ones to take off their clothes.
March 15th, 2005 | #
Ouchie. And so true.
March 15th, 2005 | #
Ok, I am here laughing so hard that my iced tea is threatening to squirt out somewhere most unbecomingly. I am so busted by this one! I do have window coverings, but they are of the lacy, dainty variety. You can’t see through them till you are way up on my front porch. Just last week, I was sweating and hot so I was sitting at the computer in only my bra and skirt trying to cool off before going back to work, when the lovely woman who is the PTA president approached my door to drop off a thank you note no less! I did the mad dash into the kitchen, hoping she hadn’t spotted me in my granny bra at my computer. Now she probably thinks I don’t like her and in truth I admire her and like her oh so much. I will have to take that pledge to be not so naked, too!
March 16th, 2005 | #
Maybe you could tell S that she needs to jazz up her ensemble, chuck the white grannies and get something a little “flashier”. Then she’d be a real show stopper.
As for me, I do so enjoy walking around the house in the nude, especially after a bath. It just feels good to “air out” sometimes. I always make sure the blinds are closed, because I have them!
My two kids under age 10 are both streakers too, every chance they can get. I don’t discourage it too much, unless we are expecting company or eating dinner. They’ll get shy about it soon enough, when the hair starts to sprout.
A few months ago my teen son was flashed with the horror of his mother’s sad, wrinkly boobs. What a surprise for us both! I thought he was my husband (Oops! Wrong dude.) The poor boy is still in therapy . . .
March 17th, 2005 | #
heh heh heh
March 17th, 2005 | #