Apparently you can’t die of embarrassment..

[ShrekDawg]

I was going to say welcome to the neighborhood.
You had me at “Lonely Chatty Locksmith”

 

[z3lda3]

No gloves?
I can see that is an embarrassing oversight in the cold!
I have some pink and purple striped gloves with a big hole in one finger that would have coordinated nicely with your otherwise impeccable outfit.

I have a pair of gloves, that are falling apart. They’re old as the hills and my coonhound and I got into a tug o war match with one. You can imagine what that one looks like lol.

 

[z3lda3]

Ya know I really should! My hubby works for the county so he has to be at the meetings. I’ll go in with a chicken of course, and complain about the time change. “Ain’t enough light gettin to my sittin hens”! Blow hubby a kiss “see you at home hunny buns”.

 

[z3lda3]

I may have you beat in the "embarrassing moments file"....

Several years ago, my husband & I had just moved into a new home that had a hot tub in the back yard. We decided to check it out after a long day of unpacking boxes. Several problems:

1. It was January in Colorado, about 10:30pm, cold, 12+" of snow on the ground.
2. I hadn't found or unpacked my bathing suit yet...I was in my birthday suit with only a bath towel. No problem, the hot tub is right by the back door.
3. We closed the house door behind us. It locked.
4. At least my husband had his terry robe & flip-flops. He "volunteered" to be the one to go meet a new neighbor, use their phone to call a locksmith to come let us it.
5. I was "stuck" in the hot tub for about an hour until the locksmith showed-up, opened the door & left. He was lonely & "chatty".

How's that for my 1st post introduction!

Shari

Hi Shari! Sounds like you’ll fit right in!!
One time I had just taken a shower and had on a tank top and undies. I was going to run outside and grab my robe. ( it was drying on the clothes line). Well I popped out ran into the yard and the oil guy was delivering my heating oil! MAYBE it wouldn’t have been so bad except I had on “joke” undies with a big rooster on the backside and an..adult phrase written on them. I ran inside got dressed, and went back out, hoping he didn’t notice. Well it’s been a few years now, and he still call me Mrs.Cock-a-doodle-doo.
(Keep in mind I live in the country, mostly isolated in a wooded area. I typically don’t go running around outside half-naked).