So there is was on sunday night. Slipping into my mint green short nighty with white lace trim. Matching panty. And mint green nails. So cute. Any who. I slip under the covers and fall to sleep.
2:30am I hear my 17yo son yelling something about fire and smoke. And awake to big flames and thick black evil swirling about me. I jump up get the people and dogs out. And there I am. Wearing an entirely too revealing outfit as the firemen arrive. Luckily my work truck keys were in my purse and I had a spare uniform in it. So I slipped into it before the news arrived. But many firemen got a good look at my goodies before hand.
All my clothes are now gone. Though I might be able to salvage my new knee high boots. Not sure. Sigh...
At least my house is getting a makeover. Maybe me next? A girl can dream