Don't You Hate It When...

OK, so Shelle is holding a contests! I have missed it so I am going to play today and share a don't you hate it when moment.

So, today, after some glorious weather over the weekend, it was cooler this morning and when I left to go on my walk with Cindy, I wore a COAT, because I had a chill after all that warm weather, dumb... really dumb... about a mile into it, I was walking with just my long sleeve t-shirt on, carrying my coat and hat for the other 3 miles.

By the time I got home, I was having trouble seeing... my sun glasses kept fogging up because my eyes were sweating! LOL, no not really but my face was, so it fogged up my sun glasses. Not only was my hair damp and pulled back into a pony tail, but I had rivers of sweat rolling down my back, into the nether regions. Oh, was I ever feeling it, hot, sweaty, tired, 4 miles!!! I actually did it, been working up to it and did it today, yay me!! Right?

So I am HOT and energized, thirsty and sweating, my first inclination is to strip out of these wet clothes, and take a shower, but knowing if I take a shower too soon, I will still be sweating, so I peel my jeans off my wet legs, and toss my shirt onto the bed, check to see if anyone is out on my porch or back yard, and calmly walk into the computer room to cool off.

OK, I check my email, I check my facebook and I get sucked into a conversation, some good natured fun and ribbing is going on and knock, knock, knock on my door, OH CRAP!! I am in my undies, 2 windows and a door away from my clothes!! I HAVE to answer the door, I have to sign for some medication for my husband, he told me they were coming today and I needed to stay close to home for it and normally they don't come till after noon.

I streak through the house, hoping but not daring to look, that he was not looking into the window. I pull on my shirt, inside out, try again, there, got that on, then look at my pants, which I had peeled off my legs and they were a twisted inside out mess as well. Um.. visions of that episode of friends when Ross is trying to put leather pants back on after his legs had gotten sweaty

are running through my head. [to see the you tube clip of what I'm talking about, click on the word "Ross" above, it's worth a good laugh]
I grab a pair of my husbands pants hanging on the back of the door, pull them on and run to open the front door for the delivery.

I am holding the pants up with my left hand, opening the door with my right and he hands me this thing I have to sign. Umm... hum, how am I going to do that? I shift my legs so I am straddling the door frame, one foot inside, one on the porch, with a good 2 and a half foot space between my feet, hoping that the position will keep my pants on. I take the thing a ma jig and sign it, [yep, my hair is STILL in a pony tail on top of my head and I can tell my face is RED, both from being embarrassed, and from walking.

He says to me as he takes the electronic clip board back from me, "Did I catch you at a bad time?" I lost my cool by then, I just started laughing, he doesn't know the whole story, and I answered him, "Oh, I just got back from my walk, and I wasn't expecting you so early" He hands me the box and nods, "have a good day" he says as he turns to hop down the stairs.

I close the door and let go of my pants, they drop to the floor and I busted out laughing. I didn't check to see out the window if he turned around to look back but if I had to guess I would say he had to have heard me. I felt like he caught me cheating on my husband or something the way I was acting! All I can say is it's a good thing I wasn't in the shower. Man, don't you hate it when that happens?