Monday this past week was kind of an odd day. Nothing incredibly BAD happened, just a series of annoying things. The strap on my laptop bag broke, I left my wallet at work, the servers crashed 5 minutes before submitting my monthly reporting (at 5:00pm). It was just a long, weird day. And then, when I got home, after I'd finally changed out of my work clothes and got settled in, a somewhat funny thing happened.
Clover and Paisley were barking ferociously on the south side of the yard, indicating that they were probably barking at the neighbors cat. Now, when I said I'd changed out of work clothes, I primarily mean I'd finally gotten to take off my bra and put on pajamas. So I go outside to yell at the girls and tell them to come inside and leave the cat alone. And to my surprise, the neighbor - whom I've never met - popped her head over the wall - as in, she was standing on something on her side - and was like "you guys are barkers! What are their names?" Um, I don't like to meet and/or talk to people when the only thing between them and my tatas is an Old Navy tank top, so it was very awkward. I picked up Paisley to shield my shield my chest and yelled at Clo to come inside. I answered her question about the dogs names, but didn't introduce myself to the neighbor, so she probably thinks I'm rude, but that was not the time. I had to get my puppies - of both the dog and boob variety - back inside.
And that was the funny thing that happened when I wasn't wearing a bra.