Yesterday morning when I got up, it was raining. I knew Rita needed to go out pretty quickly. I kept waiting for the rain to slack off a bit. I wanted to take a shower and wash my hair but I wanted to take her out first. I looked out and it had stopped raining . . it was still drizzling pretty heavily but not pouring so I grabbed her, put the leash on her and went out.
I’m visiting family and not at home and the minute the neighbor walked over, I thought “Oh, crap! I’m not at home . . I’m out in the neighborhood with my pajamas on!” He didn’t act like he noticed and they weren’t obscene or anything but they were still pajamas and I was out in the yard where everyone could see me.
I told Vince . . “We’ve lived in the country too long. I just went out in the yard with my pajamas on and the neighbor was outside and came over to talk to me!” Vince said “I’m sure you’re not the first woman he’s seen in pajamas!” I’m sure . . but maybe the first out in the yard wearing pajamas.
I love my life in the country!