Not the good kind.
My sweetheart, drop dead gorgeous, man-bun long haired Jason came to do the work. Finishing the sewer project mess that we've been waiting for since 2021.
Now. I am home alone. With a rollator. And a comfortable t-shirt dress ( takes a long while to reach the bathroom, no time to balance and pull down pants). This favorite had accidental bleach spots, so I went wild with it to hide them. Artsy, huh?
Well. When you lean forward with a walker/rollator as most do, your dress becomes quite short in the back. Add a heart monitor receiver in its pocket pulls the front down even further. A glimpse of this posture disaster and backside exposure was unknown until my reflection in a window made my wheels come to a screeching halt. I wondered why not one of the guys tried to help me up that step into the house as I struggled. Now, I know.
I think I'll go change into pants, even if it means wetting them.
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