You walk out your door and into the apartment hallway before realizing you've forgotten to put a shirt on.
Yep. That just happened.
OK, it wasn't that bad. I did have a zip-up hoodie on.
That I hadn't zipped.
Thank you everything that is Holy that the woman across the hall that babysits 6 kids wasn't in the hallway with the brat pack.
Dear sweet baby Frank, I am tired.
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