Meeting the neighbor....

This morning was one of those days that I really could have kicked myself...hell, I cussed at myself for about an hour.

I was sitting around drinking my morning coffee, in a pair of Ted's boxers and a t-shirt...no shower, no make-up, hair had not even been brushed...I looked horrible.

There was a knock on the door so I went to answer it, basically pissed because I was being disturbed from my first peaceful, quiet morning in over a week.

I opened the door and wanted to DIE...standing on my porch was a HOT, HOT man...just my type...buffed, tattoos, good looking and obviously nice. He introduced himself and said he lived five houses down the road and had found a puppy and was wanting to know if I might know who it belonged to.

Nope, I didn't but I came close to taking the damn thing and showing him my gratitude for bringing him home I apologized for looking so awful, to which he said the natural look was the best... yeah, right but thanks anyway.

I took note of his car and he will definitely be getting waves from me when he drives by...hopefully I'll be dressed and looking nicer the next time he sees me.

Damn, but I didn't know anything like that lived down the road...maybe I need to start taking my walks in the direction of his house...do you think CFMP would be good shoes to do a daily walk in?


T.