Let me say up front, I don't normally walk around my house without clothes (if only to spare the dog's eyes.) But, the other day, I was racing around, frantically trying to pack up for a roadtrip with the kids to visit my brother. And, as I was about to get into the shower, I remembered that the kids hadn't eaten lunch, so I ran into the kitchen, sans clothes, to make sandwiches.
Suddenly, my son runs in the room and says, "Somebody's here!" I'm not one for unplanned visits, even when I'm clothed. But, I shouted... no, perhaps screamed is a better word, "I'M NAKED!! DON'T OPEN THE DOOR!!" Then, I saw the light. No, I didn't have a near-death experience. I mean, I saw the light coming in from where the door, if closed, would usually block it. My son looked sheepishly at me and said, "I already opened it." (So much for "Don't open the door to strangers!")
I have to backtrack for one second. I'm in charge of registering the players for our town's soccer league, and many people have been dropping off the forms in my mailbox. Mailbox. Not front door. So, then I hear a man's voice say, "Sorry. Your mailbox was full."
Wonderful. I said seethingly to my son, "Go get the envelope, and close the door," wondering how many people in town would hear the story of how I was parading around naked in my house in the middle of the day. And to add insult to injury, this hasn't even resulted in an increase in soccer registrations. Hmph!
