We are having our fence replaced this week and this morning at 8:00am two young men, no older than 20 I'm sure...show up to begin the work. As I go out on the deck to greet them, I immediately start to mentally assess my appearance without trying to look obviously "concerned" with the fact that I am in my Christmas pajama's, my hair is in shambles and I am not wearing a bra (I am not 18, have had TWO babies and well, enuf said!).
They were very nice boys, pleasant and polite and more importantly, not hard on the eyes so early in the morning.
As soon as I came back in to the house, I run to the bathroom, do my best to fix this "rats nest" I call my hair, change into something a little more appropriate and more importantly, I put "my girls" in their much needed "over the shoulder...bolder holder". The shameful behaviour does not end there, no it sure doesn't.
Once I am confident I have fixed myself up sufficiently, I head back out on the deck and holler down at them, almost in a southern drawl (I live in Canada for heavens sakes) "Would you boys like some coffee?" to which they respectfully declined.
I now sit here in the kitchen, typing away my confession all the while pondering two things:
- Should I bake cookies or cupcakes? (Oh who am I kiddin'? I don't bake! I meant...should I BUY cookies or cupcakes?)
- Should I reschedule my Doctors appointment tomorrow? It's suppose to be super hot....that could mean "no-shirts"!
Just call me Mrs. Robinson!