evadan
02-21-2015, 10:33 PM
So it started snowing at 8:15 this morning here in Central VA and it stuck immediately. I was glad because I had decided to clean the house today. My wife is out of town for several weeks and so I'm a single parent at the moment. It had been a busy week and I needed to catch up on housework. As I was getting dressed (in drab since my teenager was in the house), I thought I might as well put on a pair of panties since I would most likely be in all day. I rarely underdress but what better opportunity, especially since my adult children were either working or staying home due to the weather. I knew I wouldn't get any surprise guests - or so I thought.
As the snow continued to fall, I got busy cleaning. After awhile, my teenager decided to go hang out with some friends. If I had asked him to go out, he would have had some excuse why he couldn't. In any case, off he went and I had the house to myself. After he left, I decided to put on a matching camisole under my drab (or is it a unisex?) sweater. And I put on a pair of ballet flats instead of my drab slippers which was great since I had only worn my new flats for a few minutes prior.
I spent the next several hours cleaning. I had to go out on the front porch a few times to shake out rugs, etc. and that is the closest I have ever been to going out in public. And not a small step since the neighbor kids were playing in the snow right across the street. At one point, someone knocked at the door. I almost forgot to kick off my flats before opening the door. It was a friend of my son's who was looking for him. Close call!
As the snow finally began to stop, I decided to shovel the sidewalk and driveway before it got too late. There I was in a winter jacket and snow boots (the snow was too deep to wear my flats) and little did my neighbors know that I was also wearing a black cami and panties under my cold weather gear. Another first for me. I worked up a sweat and was ready for a shower when my teenager came home. So the flats went into the closet and I jumped in the shower. I was enjoying underdressing so much that I put on another camisole and panties under my sweats. My teenager was none the wiser.
I really enjoyed my "snow day." So much so that I ordered some yoga pants and a casual top for next weekend's housework. Do you think my teenage son will know the difference between sweat pants and yoga pants? Only time will tell...
G'night girls!
Eva D.
As the snow continued to fall, I got busy cleaning. After awhile, my teenager decided to go hang out with some friends. If I had asked him to go out, he would have had some excuse why he couldn't. In any case, off he went and I had the house to myself. After he left, I decided to put on a matching camisole under my drab (or is it a unisex?) sweater. And I put on a pair of ballet flats instead of my drab slippers which was great since I had only worn my new flats for a few minutes prior.
I spent the next several hours cleaning. I had to go out on the front porch a few times to shake out rugs, etc. and that is the closest I have ever been to going out in public. And not a small step since the neighbor kids were playing in the snow right across the street. At one point, someone knocked at the door. I almost forgot to kick off my flats before opening the door. It was a friend of my son's who was looking for him. Close call!
As the snow finally began to stop, I decided to shovel the sidewalk and driveway before it got too late. There I was in a winter jacket and snow boots (the snow was too deep to wear my flats) and little did my neighbors know that I was also wearing a black cami and panties under my cold weather gear. Another first for me. I worked up a sweat and was ready for a shower when my teenager came home. So the flats went into the closet and I jumped in the shower. I was enjoying underdressing so much that I put on another camisole and panties under my sweats. My teenager was none the wiser.
I really enjoyed my "snow day." So much so that I ordered some yoga pants and a casual top for next weekend's housework. Do you think my teenage son will know the difference between sweat pants and yoga pants? Only time will tell...
G'night girls!
Eva D.