Love, guilt, weddings and nudity

If you have giant windows in your home and NO CURTAINS…than please do remind yourself that you are on display.

I have giant windows and NO CURTAINS and I quite carelessly forgot, meaning I (being Moi) of course sauntered about my home without any pants on….free as bird, Godiva at her best. (Except i had a top on.) In fact…that’s even worse, as I had a top on yeah, but a whole bum and ‘surprise’ bit out on full display. Yet with me being used to such a display…;)…i didn’t think anything of it. I feel really comfortable naked. Wibbly bits n’all.

But yeah, sauntering along, in the middle of the day…walking past windows and realizing that there are grannies and workmen on the otherside of my window. Realizing is awful, because it’s then when you start acting like a prize twat. (So to speak ๐Ÿ˜‰ )

So there I was in my living room, in a white fitted work shirt, hair down, but no pants on AT ALL. And there outside my window was the bit of world that consisted of 4 workmen, having their lunch. They hand’t actually noticed, yet I was in the predicament of having to cross my window pantiless, without them noticing. NOT EASY.

I contemplated crawling…but that would be far too ridiculous at the gracious age of 33. Lmfao. I can imagine me crawling my but cheeks through my living room, under my ‘damn you’ window pane. So, i went with whatever and just legged it. Bum and ‘front’ out and dolly totter/ran like i had the shits…passed the window.

They didn’t see, but you’d think that I would learn my lesson. I found myself doing the exact same thing 17 minutes later, like the twit that I am.

Then to make it worse Handyman Mike, who had been helping Pete move things into my garage for storage all day, knocked on the door to measure up my tv for brackets. I swear it was either like a budget porn, the part of Benny Hill that was ace…or a Carry On moment, where Barbara Windsor’s bra pops open. I sort of grabbed anything that I could find to cover up and put on, as i had just come out the shower…i opened the door looking like a ‘Baby one more time’ Britney Spears reject. As if I grabbed my works shirt and tied it under my bra, so it looked like a belly top. Ugh! It’s not the 90’s! HAHAHA. This is what you do in a panic!

THEN stupid, big mouth me, can’t stop speaking my mind, so I open the door and say, ‘Hi..sorry if this feels like a porn!’ WHAT??????? Slap me now!

Luckily, he’s not so serious an just laughed it off. ย He came, he measured stuff and i had a gin and tonic.

The rest of the evening was nice because my children were happy. Families are meant to be families if it makes the children whole. Good parents will always do anything they can to make their children always feel whole and more and more as time merrily passes..i’m learning the importance of stability.

I think once people find stability they bloom, be they girls boys, adults or children.

I’m in a good place right now and i’ve never felt better.

I will say that i recently had a conversation with a someone who had felt guilt about maybe doing something that they shouldn’t.

All i can say about that is simply that sometimes in life, we learn our lessons by doing things that are bad. It makes us appreciate the things we have or had in our lives that are or were good. It can better or worsen you, depending on how you grow. ย But if you do something and you feel guilt about it..then it was a bad idea and it was a bad idea because the guilt means you wen against your natural grain of morals. It means you had or have something you cared about that you don’t actually want to hurt. There are times in peoples like where they have to go the full stretch to see, learn and appreciate. Others don’t.

The grass is never greener. Like I used to always say before…if you’re looking at next doors grass and it looks a little greener…it’s not the end of the world, it simply means you just need to nurture, water and tend to YOUR OWN lawn ย a little better. I mean you can’t expect something to flourish if you don’t try and love it a little.

On a better note! The postie delivered my official invite to Wazza and Hannah’s wedding!! Eeek!! I can’t wait! I’m so excited.

The ace thing about it, other than celebrating their love is the fact that the invites themselves are awesome.

And not only is it humourous because he addressed it to ‘Chrissie, Ruby, Junior and Random Man?’ ๐Ÿ™‚ (He knows me too well AND has been to all of my weddings. ๐Ÿ™‚ Even the LA one in Bel Air!)

Yet it’s so awesome that he apparently forgot to put the actual DATE on his evening reception invites. ๐Ÿ™‚ And the reason why this is funny is because Wazza’s family business is in printing. ๐Ÿ™‚ So Wazza (the printer) who is excellent at his job…totally missed this minor detail of a date….and sent out his invites to the masses. Pahahahah! Love it! I can’t wait! What an amazing couple. In fact, what an amazing little family!

It’ll be AWESOME.




1 thought on “Love, guilt, weddings and nudity”

  1. You are straying perilously close to the plot of those trashy porn movies from the 70s – all nudge nudge ooh matron humour and beards/bushes everywhere.

    I only viewed them for gaining a sense of history, of course! ๐Ÿ˜‰


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