Yesterday, I had a pretty severe fibromyalgia flare. During bad flares, my skin hurts so bad that even soft jammies are uncomfortable, so I'll get undresses and lie in bed under a sheet or comforter (before I lost the weight, even a comforter or sheet was too much). Usually hubby will draw the blinds, but it was such a nice day and storms were forecast, so he wanted to enjoy the sun while it lasted, and he thought I was asleep (which I was, until I had to go to the bathroom).
I quite literally forgot that I was naked, and went to ask Hubby to make me lunch, when I saw a group at the front door (and therefore they could see me - buck-arse nekkid except for panties).
Now to see into our apartment that far, you almost have to have your nose pressed against the glass, or at least only a few inches from it - but yeah, they all were that close.
I hightailed it back to bed right quick, and hoped they hadn't seen, but no, I'm pretty sure they did because hubby answered the door and they handed him a pamphlet and pretty much ran off.
I guess that's one way to discourage door-to-door solicitors.
It would have been funny (ok, it's still pretty darn funny, but it would have been funnier) if there hadn't been a young man of no more than 13 or 14 in the group.




