I'm naked.
Okay, technically not - I've got on a watch, glasses, and a necklace. But as far as clothes go, nope, nada, zilch.
I actually really enjoy being naked. I could easily spend time at a nudist resort. It's just comfy. Often, when I'm home by myself (or when it's just Missy and me), I don't wear a thing.
(Hey, if this is TMI for you, you're the one reading my blog, okay?)
That little blue dot is me, by myself, at my house, without pants.
I'm not inconsiderate about it though. We live with my sister-in-law, who is super, amazingly, awesomely kink-friendly. I've been around her in a t-shirt and a diaper, and it's like no big deal whatsoever.
But I think that's a bit different than the full monty.
This morning when I got up, I wanted to go catch up my blog. I also didn't want to get dressed.
What to do?
I popped open my phone, and checked my Find My Friends app, and saw conveniently that Marybeth had already left the house for work. Success!
You can thank the good folks in Cupertino, California for my ability to blog to you without the awful complication of underpants. I sure did.