
Dear Brick Layers Who Work Hard On the Construction of the House Behind My House:
My deepest apologies! In no way did I mean to transform your workplace into an unsafe area, rife with tawdriness and sexual harrassment. I only meant to grab my shirt back from the child who was running through the house carrying it. Had I realized that you had installed scaffolding - allowing a vantage point never before possible and totally, yaknow, news to me- I would surely have opted to go find another shirt before running after that child. Thank you.
Kelsey
PS Please let's assume that I will NOT be making this same mistake again, and in light of that, you can cease craning your necks and 'checking on me' to see if I am behaving inappropriately again. I promise I will not.
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I'm not sure if I've ever left you a comment before, but I have read your blog. If I didn't, that would make me a "lurker", and since this is delurking week - I figured I'd better leave a comment. I do enjoy your blog, and this post was a good one. Yikes - those construction workers!!!
Hi! I'm new, now de-lurking. I can SOOO relate. One day back in college, I was home from school, sleeping in the second floor bedroom of my mom's condo. It was summer, hot, no AC, in New Hampshire, and I slept sans clothes that night.
Well, the next morning I awoke to banging. I opened my eyes to see a pair of legs pressed againt a ladder leaning against my window. At least 2 men were working on the roof, and therefore at least 2 men climbed past my window with the open shade (a rural place with NO way people could see in under normal circumstances). Did I mention my bed faced the window? Oh, yes. Of course it did.
Unfortunately, when I looked down, I noticed that the sheet was not entirely doing me justice. I heard no comment about my (barely) sheet-clad situation from the men, which I thought was nice. But I scooted out of bed, grabbed some clothes, and crawled to the bathroom.
So yes, I sympathize. Completely.
Love your blog.
Lorie
Don't feel bad, dahling...my niece pulled a slightly similar trick on me when she was three. I was in a clothing store looking at a dress for my grandparents' anniversary party; she took the opportunity to bolt out of the store, and I forgot that I had a piece of merchandise when I was running out of the store. So imagine me, my face as red as my hair, with sirens blaring all around -
BEEPHONKWEEEEEEEE...(embarrasing...)
Hang in there, ma'am, and I'd say slipping the extra shirt on is a good idea.









oh dear. :)