So, background info: I don't usually hang out without pants, but I chafed a huge hole into my thigh on Friday's run that I'm trying to get to heal and it isn't playing well with pants. (I apparently tore my shorts on that run and was on such a runner's high I didn't notice that I'd chafed my inner thigh bloody...ow.)
About an hour before my husband was due to get home, I was hanging out studying. The kids were playing in the playroom, I'm in the living room. There's a knock on the door and it's the same knock-rhythm my husband uses to be let in. (We keep the screendoor locked, because otherwise the toddler would very much love to make his way out into the world...he can't reach the screen door lock though.)
I got so excited that my husband was home early I very nearly answered the door in just my tshirt.
It was a political campaigner.
I'm glad I grabbed pants.