This narrative directly from my mind happened at 6:45. I had just gotten out of the shower, and was in my room:
Hm, I like showers. Feeling clean is always good. Ooh, I still have that set of brushes I was given...sometime...a while ago...from somebody...anyways, I should see if my hair's getting long enough to use any of them...
*cell phone buzzes*
(excited) Oh, text from Ken?...No, call from Rachel Flatts, probably to give me another clinic...but my schedule's in the kitchen and I'm wearing...oh right, nothing. I'll just slip on my housecoat...which is also in the kitchen because Mom washed it today. Damn. (trying think quickly while phone continues to ring) I could let her leave a message and call her back...but I have my towel, and only my Dad is home...the most he'd see is a bit of leg...as long as I can actually wrap my towel around myself properly...okay, just get it.
*answers cell phone*
"Hi, can I speak to Robyn?"
(trying to wrap towel around herself without dropping cell phone) "Speaking."
"Hi Robyn, it's Rachel, I was wondering if you could do a clinic on February 5th?"
"Hold on, let me just go get my day timer..."
It just so happened that my towel was in fact covering just barely past my waist, but nobody was actually in the kitchen or living room when I went out, so it was all okay. This all has very little purpose, but I just found the situation and my accompanying thoughts amusing.
"I generally don't like squishy things."
1 week ago