I like keeping up with what national day is being observed. Well, today is National Nude Day. With the heat index at 105 degrees and a grandson who wants to ride his bike, scooter, and drive the golf cart, I can understand why people would think it’s a good day to take your clothes off.
Of course, they certainly didn’t have me in mind when they started this day. As the song goes, I just don’t look good naked anymore. I think I am probably the only person on the face of the earth who puts on a robe to walk from the shower to my closet, which is a long stroll of about six feet.
Not sure what we were thinking when we bought our camper because it has mirrors EVERYWHERE.
Richard loves telling the story of the first trip we made in the bus. We picked it up from the dealer, and, early the next day, I had to be in Raleigh, North Carolina for a booksigning. When we were almost there, we decided to stop in a rest area and sleep, and then go the rest of the way to the campground the next day.
Sometime during the night, I had a nightmare, and I woke Richard with a start. He flipped on the light, jumped into his favorite Ninja position, ready to do battle with whatever had me screaming. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
I pointed to the huge mirror OVER THE BED and told him, “I thought I was being attacked by a naked sky diver.”
I wish I had a dollar for every time I've listened to him tell that story. I’d be living on that island in the Bahamas I found on the Internet a few years ago. I’d probably even be able to afford a hammock and a part-time cabana boy.
Enjoy the rest of your day!