Why I shouldn't have roommates...

Sunday morning... ahh... house to myself. Love these days, just relaxing and taking my time to get ready for church. I shower and decide to watch a little Olympics while I'm doing my makeup. Roommate shouldn't be home from church for a while, I'll do this in my garments and a t-shirt... who needs a bra at this point. Boy am I glad I had the t-shirt on.

Guess who comes home early? Yeah, my roommate and her new boyfriend. With no warning I might add. Perfect. So I casually pull the wet towel off my head and drape it across my lap and act like everything is perfectly normal. So what if I'm not wearing pants. Situation gets worse. They stand in the dining room and precede to have a 5 min convo with me. Then my roommate says to the boyfriend (whom I'm meeting for the first time- did I mention that?) why don't you go in and watch the Olympics with Katie while I go change my clothes. Luckily he has to go to the bathroom and I bolted.

Yeah, I need my own house where I can wear pants if and I when want.

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