I have been uber stressed this last week so blogging wasn't high on the priorities list. Though now, I realize it probably would have helped. What happened this morning did.
My roommate and I have a pretty set schedule in the morning. I know what time it is by hearing his huge feet hit the floor upstairs, when his sink turns on, when his light switch turns off, etc. He comes down and looks to his left and says hi to me in my bathroom on his way into the kitchen right before leaving. We're domestic freaks.
Today, I woke up exactly 8 minutes late. I went through pretty much the same schedule. Shower, mouthwash, pick up dirty clothes, head to my bedroom for lotion and clean clothes. I knew I was behind schedule when I heard his feet clomping down what I thought was the stairs just as I'm about to turn the bathroom door knob. I knew I needed to be fast. Did I mention I run this route nakey? Yeah. Not fast enough. His clod hoppers "on the stairs" were actually moving through the living room. Boy, did he get a pleasant surprise when he turned left to say good morning. FULL FUCKING FRONTAL WHAT, WHAT!
The look on his face was a perfect mixture of laughter, shock, apology, and relief that we had finally gotten this out of the way. He is a big guy, but he has surprisingly cat-like reflexes. He did a super quick pivot raising his hands to block the bright light of nudity shining toward him in all it's glory. it was literally a split second and I was in my room.
He is the nicest person on the planet, so as usual, he apologized profusely, laughed and moved on by asking me if we had any wrinkle release spray. Then he declared he was just using Febreeze. I love him to death. After he left, he followed up with a text letting me know that the Febreeze worked very well and he was "sorry about the peep show" this morning adding "it was bound to happen : P". (he loves emoticons as much as I love nudity)
Any other (normal) girl would most likely be mortified, but I'm more comfortable than I've ever been with my body, he's one of my best friends and I have already had my top come off at the pool this summer in front of a bunch of people I just met that day (and 3 small children). I mean, the guy stood next to my hospital bed, holding my hand while a nurse took an IV out of my arm after surgery. I'm sure my naked ass was no big. I have also walked through my offices at Universal Studios with my dress tucked in the back of my underwear. Then, flashed clients when my dress blew over my head while driving a golf cart. I am a lady of class and poise.
The real beauty (besides my naked bod) of this story is that I have had one big roller coaster ride of a week. I started to get a bit salty last night and this has reminded me: God brought me into this world naked and crying. If I started this day of my life naked and laughing, I think I'm on the right track. And if not, hey man, at least I started my roommate's day out right! : )
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