I have been waiting to meet our next door neighbor. I don't know how this is possible, but we moved into our new house in December, and I have only met John, not his wife. So earlier today I went out to get the mail. I'm not proud to say it, but I looked like hell. All of a sudden, time stood still as I looked up and realized my neighbor was going out to get her mail at the same time.
I looked down at myself to assess the situation. It wasn't good. It wasn't good at all. The first thing I noticed was a bit of leftover pop-tart on my shirt. No time to worry about that - I suddenly realized that not only was I NOT wearing a bra but I had gone out in my slippers! Right. Put arms around myself to pretend I'm cold to cover the chest area. Make "brrrr" sounds. Realize it's 80 degrees out. Feel stupid. Kick off slippers to the side of the lawn. Make mental note to self: throw away slippers. Only wear flip flops from now on.
We reach our mailboxes at the same time and I wave and say hello. I am hoping she is blind and can not see me, but she looks right at me and says hello back. Shit. Turn head down towards the ground and make a bee-line back to the house. Close door and sigh with relief. That "first impression" didn't go well as I had hoped it would when we first moved in. Oy vey.