Dear friendly neighbors,
I compose this letter today in the hopes that we can still be amiable aquaintances. While I have done nothing to openly displease you, it is, perhaps, safe to say that one or some of you may be slightly vexed in my general direction.
I apologize for spending five hours outside bent over my garden in my swimsuit.
Were it not the fact that, by some anyway, I would be considered pudgy or stout, I would not be issuing such an apology today. However, upon reflection of my own judgemental thoughts when faced with the excessive flesh exposure of some portly women in the summertime, I felt the need to ask pardon.
I, too, will explain why I have so blatantly bared my ASSets.
I have a problem with tan lines. Like, (and I’m sorry to revert back into a thirteen-year-old girl here, but) omg, batman! Tan lines drive me CRACRA!!!!!!! #insane. Due to having this past weekend off, I have already suffered the injustice of tan lines. My only option is to bare as much of my skin as possible in order to attempt a fading of such horrid atrocities. Thus, the semi-nakedness.
There is always the hope that the men amongst you are closeted chubby-chasers. If this happens to be true, then my apology is to the wives, who may have found their husbands open-mouthed and ogling, and finding reasons to venture outside- maybe feigning getting the mail- in order to get a closer look at my superfluous boobies that so stubbornly kept refusing to stay attired. Here’s the thing: it’s nigh impossible to find a swimmy that fits bosoms of such extent sufficiently. So pay no attention to the fact that I was adjusting and re-adjusting so as not to completely flash the whole neighborhood. Though I’m certain the men didn’t mind.
There is the fleeting thought that perhaps no one noticed me at all. That thought quickly dispersed, however, when I remember how viciously my Rockstar and I verbally gossip about you all when we see you puttering around your yards. Think nothing of it, it’s just something we do.
I cannot promise that I will never again assault your eyes with the sight of my husky thighs, (ha, that rhymed!) but I do hope you all may learn to ignore them. Or in the least, not tell everybody that there’s an almost naked girl outside, because it certainly seemed like A LOT of cars were driving by yesterday. Multiple times.
The girl next door,
P.S. I do not apologize for walking around inside my house naked with the blinds open. It’s my house. I can do what I want.
12 responses to “An Apology to my Neighbors”
I will never argue against the rights of anyone to walk around naked in their own house… unless it is my family… at Thanksgiving…
well, what if you wanted to walk around naked at Thanksgiving? Huh?
Well there are lots of things I want to do that might not be the best things for other people.
Absolutely! I walk around naked, blinds open….all the time! My house, my rules 🙂
See? Your neighbors probably love you too!
Where the hell are neighbors like you guys? I get stupid lawn furniture, toys and boredom circling my place.
I’m right next to you! Just a state away..hahaha
I need to visit my neighbors more often it appears, lol
Girl, you are hilarious! I love it. You crack me up. 💋😃😉👍
Ooh boy. I’m completely cracked, so now I’m cracking other people?! I am so in trouble!
Don’t you love it when you find a reason to use the word “vexed”?!
It is a fabulous word!