What is a blog really for, if not to tattle on your spouse?
So, last night, we opened the vertical blinds in the living room. Greg’s getting ready to go to band practice, and I’m doing something in the kitchen I think, but getting ready to take a shower, so I ask him to close the blinds. And he does.
Except not exactly.
I’m starkers, about to get in the shower, and I remember I left a candle burning on the mantelpiece in the living room, so I go to blow it out. From the hallway, the blinds look closed, so I head over to the mantelpiece, and am blowing out the candle when I hear some hooting and hollering from outside. I look over, and the blinds are only half-closed, such that from the angle of the hallway they look closed, but from the angle of the mantelpiece, bitches in the parking lot can totally see me in all my nakies. !!!
So I ran back and got a towel and then shut those damn blinds properly. And then demonstrated for Greg when I got home from work tonight the difference between “NOT actually closed, thank you” and “ACTUALLY closed.”
