I was on the phone the other night when suddenly I heard the siren of a fire truck roll. up. Next thing I know, I see a big, hunky fireman start walking up my steps.
I quickly hung and was excitedly heading for the door when I realized one very large problem:
I wasn't wearing any pants.
Damn. I hate that when that happens.
Ran down the hall, grabbed some pants and ran back to the door, where the big, hunky fireman awaited me, his princess, in order to check out my (ahem) fire alarm and carbon monoxide detector. I let him in, still doing up my pants, apologized for doing up my pants and realized a few other things...
My garbage was in the entrance, where I was keeping it till garbage day (which was the next day) to keep it away from the bears because it STUNK to high heaven. I mean, it brought tears to your eyes it was so awful. And then when the big, hunky fireman walked down the hall to test everything, I realized my very large, very pink bra was hanging on the outside of my bedroom doorknob.
Sigh.
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