I realized a few moments ago that I hadn't given you all a fun, old-fashioned, let's-laugh-at-Becky-as-she-does-stupid-things story in awhile.
I may or may not have realized this as I was standing in my front yard watering my porch plants and getting soaked from head to toe in the water that was spraying every which way out of my (previously unrealized) somewhat non-correctly-secured garden hose.
Wearing a white shirt. You know, the kind you can see through when it's wet.
And linen khaki shorts. You know, the kind you can see through when it's wet.
And, ahem, certain undergarments that were perhaaaaaaaps not either of those colors.
I'm not sure what was funnier (and I mean this in a funny but yet slightly sadly pathetic way):
1) that I actually didn't care much because OH, MYLANTA it is hot out there
2) that I actually didn't care much because most of my neighbors could care less about seeing me in see-through garb
3)that I actually didn't care much because most of my neighbors are used to seeing me in see-though garb (thankfully, not true, though anyone around at 7 AM usually gets a peek at whatever I threw on to walk the dog in the morning....regardless of color, pattern, normal purpose of the clothing, or time of year.)
4)that I actually didn't care much because I couldn't wait to get inside and post the story for you all to laugh at.
The worst part? The only reason I was watering at this particular moment was so that all the little birds could get some water from the planters. What's up with me and the birds this summer?!?