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Monday July 06th 2009, 2:47 pm
Filed under: Life

I thought I heard the doorbell this morning when I was just barely up and functioning, and went to check just in case. I opened the door to see my older next-door neighbor standing there.

He took one look at me and did a doubletake, then tried to recover by saying he’d tried to call first and nobody had answered. I explained that my hair was wet so, sorry about that, no ears in yet.  We took care of what he needed–we’d already told him and his wife it was fine if they plugged their fridge and freezer into our system while some work was being done at their house, our meter’s running backwards these days, no skin off our noses, glad to help. His contractor was here and he just needed to plug it in now.

After I closed the door I fled to the bathroom mirror. Yup. It really was that bad. Ah, well, (gotta love Silicon Valley) at least the Google truck didn’t drive past just then to take pictures of the street to post online forever.

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It’s always when we’re not at our “shiniest” that someone knocks, isn’t it? 🙂

Comment by Jasmin 07.06.09 @ 3:17 pm

I am so not a morning person…but it was pretty funny!

Comment by AlisonH 07.06.09 @ 3:18 pm

No Google truck – I like how you see the bright side.

Comment by (formerly) no-blog-rachel 07.06.09 @ 3:48 pm

Ah, the joys of retirement – I would knit all day in my jammies if it weren’t for yarn deliveries. What ever civilizes us, eh?

Comment by Barbara-Kay 07.06.09 @ 4:32 pm

Haha! I am always worried that I will need to answer the door. . .gulp. . .braless. That’s how my jammie-time works for me, and these days, the girls hang a little lower than they used to! I guess it’s good that I don’t live too near the land of milk and implants! Haha!

Comment by Pam 07.06.09 @ 5:19 pm

LOL, I know what you mean. If I don’t use the curling iron to straighten out my hair after it dries when I wash it, I look like my fingers were stuck in a light socket. Gotta love curly hair in the humid midwest ;P.

Comment by LDSVenus 07.06.09 @ 6:14 pm

I never would have thought of the google thing LOL But you take your chances knocking on my door – it all depends on how much caffeine I have in my system ….and pj bottoms with T shirt tops are totally acceptable 😀

Comment by rho 07.06.09 @ 6:16 pm

This IS Casual California, ya know. For whom do we dress up? I even shave from time to time, or perhaps comb what’s left of my hair.


Every time I hear the word “exercise” I wash my mouth out with chocolate.


We all get heavier as we get older because there’s a lot more information in our heads. So I’m not fat. I’m just really intelligent and my head couldn’t hold any more so it started filling up the rest of me. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!

Comment by Don Meyer 07.06.09 @ 7:33 pm

Four generations of women in my family have a tradition…we don’t even go to the mailbox without a little mascara and lipstick. You never know who you’ll run into and if it’s an old boyfriend you want to make him eat his heart out!LOL!

Comment by Jody M 07.07.09 @ 5:21 am

Yeah… I’m ready for a new front door. When the Fed Ex man stretched tall to peek in our half-round window at the TOP of the door, that was a bit much.

Comment by Channon 07.07.09 @ 11:01 am

Have you checked YouTube?…lol

Comment by Joansie 07.07.09 @ 6:36 pm

Hahhaha I think we’ve all got more than one story like that.

Comment by Alicia 07.09.09 @ 2:27 pm

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