So last night at about 9:45pm, I decided that I was done with trying to watch whatever lame crap was on tv and that I was going to go to bed. But first, I would try on random outfits as I so often do.
So it's just after 10:00pm, and I'm in my room, wearing a dress and shaking my booty to the Idlewild soundtrack. (Morris Brown, specifically.) Upstairs, I hear a commotion. The smoke alarm goes off, followed by very loud booming footsteps running towards the back of the house. The smoke alarm beeping gets louder. I open the door and stick my head out in the hallway. OUR smoke alarm is going off now. I run down the hallway, flipping on the light. Nothing is awry in the kitchen... so why the hell is the smoke alarm going off? Is the house on fire? Should I go outside? Shit, I'm wearing a dress! I can smell burning. I run back into my room, throw on some sweatpants and a hoodie and wander out into the backyard.
I'm thinking, "Shoot! What if there is a fire? Can I go back in and grab my valuables? (laptop, wallet, shoes, and my Justin Timberlake CD) I can't see any smoke... the landlords aren't out on the lawn and I hear no sirens, so I figure we're okay. Just then, I hear the landlord coming out the back door.
He leans over the balcony and yells out, "Sorry! We left a pot on the stove. It's okay! It should stop in a minute." I reply with, "That's okay. I'll go back in when the beeping stops. It's really loud in there!"
He goes back inside and I stand there for another minute, feeling terribly grown-up and mature because I managed to not say anything about the fact that he was wearing a sweatshirt, work boots and underwear.
6 comments:
What a picture! That is hilarious. You are a good storyteller...
Also, I was trying on multiple outfits last night too! Seriously.
Thanks Brie!
From now on I think I'm going to send Lydia up to pay the rent... it just won't be fair until she has also seen him in workboots and underwear.
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I totally try on random outfits before bed. I also shake my booty and listen to music.
ps- Tighy whiteys or boxers? haha.
wow, is that 2nd Brie comment really her, or was her profile somehow pirated? Does she know? that's kind of weird.
It is me! It's an amazing Neil Diamond shirt. Fear not, I have not been absconded by thee pirates. But thank you for your concern.
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