Both of us have been home sick for the past few days and I've spent my recovery time as Rhonda. Yesterday were both feeling a bit better so we slowly started getting the house decorated for the holidays. S takes a break when her phone rins and starts chatting with daughter -- I hear this from the next room. I wander through heading to back of house -- mind you I'm in wig, makeup, jewelry, tank top and layers over bra and forms, jeans, flats, etc. as I pass through the room where S is on the phone I glance over her shoulder and look straight at her phone. HOLY CRAP! SHES ON FACE TIME AND I'M LOOKING AT DAUGHTERS FACE ON THE PHONE -- AND SHE HAS A VIEW STRAIGHT INTO OUR LIVINGROOM. In a nano second it registers and I hit the gas to get out of line of sight. I hear daughter ask, "mom, who was that?" S gave a cover answer, but I suspect daughter may revisit this later. We'll see where this ends up. Been wanting to tell her, but only on my terms.
Rhonda