|Our house... in the middle of the farm. Our house.|
You will notice I gave my parents room the title "Magic Kingdom". When we first moved into this house, there were folding doors separating the master bedroom from the living room. They were held back by silky tasseled cording. There was also a huge water bed. Everyone knows what that meant in the early 80's, right? Stellar bachelor pad, Pops! I'd have to guess that's where the magic happened.
The rest is pretty much the standard you would find in a typical 1.5 story home. Well, all except where the naked girls are at the bottom of that set of stairs. My mom is a wonderful woman who cared about the state of her children when they left the house. For that very reason, she was always doing laundry. I mean that. ALWAYS. Either the washer, the dryer, or the clothes line was in use no matter when I came home. She was not a fool though. She knew we needed to take some responsibility for our own belongings. Kids need that in order to become responsible adults. It was for that reason that she placed our neatly folded laundry on the stairs leading up to our bedrooms.
When your school bus arrives to pick you up before 7 AM, you really have to make good time when getting ready. You wake and run downstairs to have a bowl of cereal and juice. Immediately after that you brush your teeth, wash your face, wet your hair down, and head for the stairs. At this point, you're so late that you aren't even going up the steps. That is when I first became an exhibitionist. Standing at the bottom of the steps, ripping off pajamas like a crazed person, and bending to dig through (now) randomly scattered clothing, naked ass to the window facing the road.
It's important to note that the only people ever at the bottom of those steps were my sister and I. The rest of the house was attending to their business elsewhere. We didn't realize we might be showing our goods to the passing farmers. To be honest there were only 2-3 people who drove on our road... and we wouldn't have WILLINGLY showed those men anything. But this became habit long before we came to that realization and it's carried over to this part of my life.
I am saying this as an apology to anyone who may have been in the basement of my home this morning. Listen closely because I'm only going to say this once. I own this place right? It's my house. At the same time I am considerate enough of my tenant to make sure that I am not running around all "cheeks out" and the like. This morning when I came downstairs to gather my laundry I stopped on the main floor. I checked the vehicles in the front of the house to make sure that I was indeed alone. In my defense, I was wearing a shirt and underwear. Consider yourself lucky.
It was quiet for the love of God. It was 7 AM. Whoever you are... if you're silent and sleeping in my dark basement and I am not aware you're there, you might see me in my underwear. I don't yell down the steps, "HEY IS THERE ANYONE HERE???" I wouldn't want to wake anyone that may be there without my knowledge. Right now would be a good time to say, "Thank you, Angie" ya know....
1. For having a shirt on
2. For the underwear being new