Took trash out today in pjs with a short t-shirt material robe over and clogs.
I put some trash out every week even if it is just a grocery bag full, just to get in the habit of doing it every week (since in ny it was a trash shute in the hall by the elevator and taking small bags out as you left was super easy). It does help that putting it out is the same path as going to garage. In Baltimore with a detached garage, trash goes to the front of the house while I'll go to the back of the house for the car. Will take some getting used to.
I wouldn't mind neighbors in another house at all? I don't mind apartment complexes with hallways. I think it is she shared front porch thing that gets me, and I pretty much have always had it. I think even a separate entrance would do a lot.
I feel a little like I am ceiling cat in Terriers, but it is not my brothers house. I am just this entity in the second floor of their house.
I applied for a loan against my retirement account, so I am feeling better about the money thing. I wish I'd thought of it earlier. I am only afraid they will ask for my birth certificate or social security card, which I do not have (or rather, it is somewhere here, but not at all where I thought it was). I can't find any information on what documentation I will need. I have to wait until it is out of pending and in to the documentation phase.
I'm pretty unselfconscious about being seen in wackadoo outfits but I don't like the idea of my neighbors seeing me without a bra.
That's great progress, Sophia!
I'm pretty unselfconscious about being seen in wackadoo outfits but I don't like the idea of my neighbors seeing me without a bra.
That's an upside of cooler weather -- in a sweatshirt or coat, no one can tell!
I'm pretty unselfconscious about being seen in wackadoo outfits but I don't like the idea of my neighbors seeing me without a bra.
That's an upside of cooler weather -- in a sweatshirt or coat, no one can tell!
Oh yes. All bra rules are suspended in cold weather. It's glorious.
In college, I spent a lot of time in public wearing a sweatshirt, panties, and boxer shorts, and that was it. (This is why I don't understand the current FB post about being old means you don't care what you wear anymore???)
In Florida I go outside with the trash, dog, or whatever reason in what can only be described as absolutely inside only clothes all the time.
Growing up in Florida I ran out to get the morning paper in just my white BVDs.
Florida is kind of clothing-optional in a lot of places.
I still remember girls going to the mall wearing nothing but a bikini and high heels, and a purse. Maybe a wrap around the bikini but usually kind of open and flowing beachwear.
In college, I spent a lot of time in public wearing a sweatshirt, panties, and boxer shorts, and that was it.
My favorite pair of boxers-as-outerwear in college had great big blue marlins on them. When I was home for the summer, I couldn't find them, and asked my brother if he had seen them. He said "Oh, yeah, I was out of underwear so I grabbed those." [pause] "You...want them back?"
Me: "NEVER."
Did I ever tell you about the drug dealer who used to take out my trash for me? I actually knew him from high school, but he lived in the apartment upstairs from me for a while. I used to leave the filled trash bags outside my door, and he would hall them out to the trash without my asking.
