I kind of have this ritual... on the weekends I get up and go outside on the front porch to check my phone, scan the internet, and drink my coffee to start the day. Whatever I slept in is what I'm wearing. We live on top of a hill with a long driveway so cars can't really see me (or so I like to think). This morning was no exception.
Then I noticed a truck pulled very slowly into the driveway. "Surely it's just turning around" I thought. But it continued very slowly up the driveway, and a little boy in the front seat waved at me. I JUMPED up, ran inside and threw some pants on (as I was pant-less), however did not have time to throw a bra on. When I returned to the porch the little guy was standing right there.
He was a boyscout selling popcorn. Really? Of course I bought some, but now I may need to re-think my weekend morning rituals...
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