Caught With My Pants Down… Pt. 2

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, my favorite pastime is just chilling in the morning in my boyshorts doing whatever. Now that I’m enjoying my freedom this ritual has been extended into the afternoon as well. Since moving back in with my sister’s family, I’ve had to hide my indecency as to not scare my darling niece and nephew. But now, the afternoon’s are mine and the no pants rule is back in full effect. The only person subjected to this torture is my fur-child Abbey, but since she knows I control the unlimited supply of Dentastix she so loves and has grown accustomed too, she has not voiced her complaints.

abbey

My pup not really caring whether I am or am not wearing pants

The one difference I had not counted on from moving from an apartment where I was on the highest floor to a two story home on a cul-de-sac were the fact that neighbors do exist. I should also mention that the house has a bajillion windows, so of course I opened all of them for the natural light. Failing to remember that neighbors are a real thing, I was casually walking through the living when I managed to lock eyes with my neighbor. It appeared that she was checking her fuse box and in some strange twist of fate was looking through the window at me in my t-shirt and boyshorts glory. Now, I’m not sure if she could see my lower half (nor do I really care at this point), so I did the neighborly thing and waved.

Now before you get any ideas, no, I am not some strange exhibitionist trying to scare everyone out of the neighborhood, I just like to be comfortable. Quite frankly after narrowly escaping the horrors of corporate slavery, I really couldn’t care less if she saw me or not. But, for the sake of being a team player, maybe I’ll leave the blinds closed next time… 😉

indecent exposure

Tee Hee

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