pure class

I figure that if I have to stay at home for an entire week, I may as well make as much a vacation of it as possible. Instead of moping around in my pajamas all day, I decided to sit up on the deck and read a little. In my bathing suit.

I came down for my 3pm dose of medication just in time for the UPS guy to ring the bell. Because I can't really run upstairs to grab a shirt and because the house is clean for once and there aren't any clothes lying around and because Dave really needs this new phone and because those delivery guys don't wait for anyone, I was forced to answer the door in a bikini. Holding three Rx bottles and a bag of ice cubes.

The guy didn't seem to mind a bit and asked me if I needed help with anything. I apologized for answering the door looking like a hot mess and said no. Then I shut and locked the door before I got a chance to see what brown can do for me.