I'm supposed to look this way!
I was out in the kitchen cleaning out the freezer and somebody knocked on the door. It was the UPS guy, trying to drop off a package. He had the wrong house; I knew this as I wasn't expecting a delivery. So I answered the door quickly and said that I didn't think it was for us.
Well, he was taken aback. I mean his darn eyes actually widened. OK, so I don't look the best. I have on a very old extra large blue t-shirt with a very old extra large dark grey sweatshirt with redwood paint stains all over the front. And light grey sweat pants, also with redwood paint stains. With white socks. No shoes. My hair is back in a long pony tail and well, yeah, I haven't washed my hair since Saturday morning. (I don't think I even combed it today. I just got up this morning and pulled it back.) No make-up, not even moisturizer. I look rather scrungy. And Judas Priest is blaring out "You Got Another Thing Coming" from the stereo. Not really one of my best days, I admit. (Comfortable yes. Stylish? Not on your life.)
I wanted to say, "But I'm cleaning; I'm supposed to look like this!" But I didn't. We got it all straightened out and I told him which house he needed to go to.
You know, that's the nice thing about cats; they really don't care what you look like.
I was out in the kitchen cleaning out the freezer and somebody knocked on the door. It was the UPS guy, trying to drop off a package. He had the wrong house; I knew this as I wasn't expecting a delivery. So I answered the door quickly and said that I didn't think it was for us.
Well, he was taken aback. I mean his darn eyes actually widened. OK, so I don't look the best. I have on a very old extra large blue t-shirt with a very old extra large dark grey sweatshirt with redwood paint stains all over the front. And light grey sweat pants, also with redwood paint stains. With white socks. No shoes. My hair is back in a long pony tail and well, yeah, I haven't washed my hair since Saturday morning. (I don't think I even combed it today. I just got up this morning and pulled it back.) No make-up, not even moisturizer. I look rather scrungy. And Judas Priest is blaring out "You Got Another Thing Coming" from the stereo. Not really one of my best days, I admit. (Comfortable yes. Stylish? Not on your life.)
I wanted to say, "But I'm cleaning; I'm supposed to look like this!" But I didn't. We got it all straightened out and I told him which house he needed to go to.
You know, that's the nice thing about cats; they really don't care what you look like.
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