As we continue on our "staging" journey I begin to welcome strange men into my house. The other day it was "painters". Very nice Hispanic gentlemen. They were going to be outside all day so I would remain comfortably in my house.
I opened the blinds and curtains of my upstairs master bedroom to let the sunshine in as I do every morning. I locked to bedroom door to avoid any traumatic encounters with my kids and jumped in the shower. Ahhh. Every time I shower I think I should do this more often. I toweled off and walked into my master bedroom wearing nothing but what God gave me.
And right outside my bedroom window was Mr. Painter Man.
I squealed (maybe added a swear word or two) and ran into my closet. Holy Crap, I just flashed the poor guy. I don't think he saw me and was praying for a benefit of the solar shades that the manufacturer never intended.
I got dressed and very casually walked to the window and closed the blinds and curtains.
I texted my husband to tell him about the peep show. And my sweet husband, who is forever defending my honor, texted this back:
"Make sure he subtracts that value from the total bill."
Or, as I pointed out, they could end up charging us hazard pay.