I'm a Lazy Bum
I swear, I was going to write about something more interesting today, something about how I got up in time to actually put on clothes because yesterday the bug guy caught me in my underwear or how . . .Okay, so when I try to think of all of the other things I was going to write, they disappear when I think about how I was sitting innocently doing my work when the bug guy came down to spray for bugs.
To be fair, my dear sweet husband *had* warned me the day before that the bug guy would be there the next day. To also be fair, the bug guy *rang* the doorbell (couldn't hear it because the space heater was on because I was working in underwear and a tee). And when my light went out (the switch is upstairs in the kitchen - don't ask) and Pontus turned it back on, he said, "It must have been reggie."
I EVEN JOKED TO MY BOSS THAT MY HUSBAND WAS NOW BLAMING THINGS ON SOME GHOST NAMED REGGIE.
So, to be fair, I have no one to blame but myself for not waking up until eight, grabbing a pair of UNDERWEAR and a SLIGHTLY LESS THAN OPAQUE tee, and stumbling downstairs to work, to be caught, three hours later, by the bug guy.
At least they were boxer briefs.