I am not the "sexy stay at home wife"

Well for one I work...a lot.  But since I can work at home, I can be here for repair peeps, etc. 

We had some coming so I stayed home.  They were two young guys, very nice, kinda cute.  I was standing at my kitchen counter with my laptop typing and I felt eyes on me.

When I looked up, one looked away.  Hmmmmm.  This happened at least two other times... When his partner walked outside and I caught him again staring, I finally said "what?!". 

Him: You look...um...comfortable.
Me: *thinking* is he mocking me *said* K.........

Him: Well usually housewives...y'all... get all...you know....
Me:

Him: I mean its weird right?  They just usually look...fixed
Me: k....*keep digging buddy*
Him: And your in...well...that *gesturing at me*...and you're watching the World Cup...its just...I dunno

Me: *dying* Dude, you are lucky if I brush my hair to go to the grocery...I am not getting made up for y'all to come in MY house...sorry *laughing*

Him: *laughing* No...oh man...hope I didn't upset you
Me: Nah, I just thought my boob was hanging out
Him: *turning pink* OMG no no no.

He continued working, I continued working. But now I am really perplexed.  I know there are movies and TV Shows that depict that kind of....scenario...but I didn't think they were real!  What you ladies up to out there?!?!

And I wasn't like homeless looking...not really...much....

I mean I put a bra on, that is a BIG DEAL for the itty bitty titty committee!  They don't need much support!

NOTE - Don't skin me...I know that is meant as an insult but I own it so *plfeet*

I swear I am normal...kind of....a little....maybe take 1

So I moved into a new house, right.  While I've met most of my neighbors and we all get along wonderfully, I have these weird moments that are just me and now I think most of them think I am a little strange.

I told you about the screaming cicada that had me locked out of my house for 20 min back in September, I think.  Well here are more instances that make me look 100% crazy.


Incident 1:

I have dogs.  My dogs are INSANE.  They aren't mean just barking nuts.  Well I know people have heard me talking to them in the yard but that isn't that...odd.  Anyways a couple weeks ago we had a CRAZY windstorm overnight.  It was over a weekend so I slept in the next day.  On a seemingly normal Sunday morning I let the pups out to tee tee while I got their breakfast together.  After I few minutes I noticed I hadn't seen them darting around the yard *odd*.  So I moved the dishes.  Usually little bit comes a running.  When they didn't come I went check, figuring they were into something they weren't supposed to.

I walked onto the patio and my heart dropped.  Our side gate had blown open and the dogs were no where to be found.  Being the crazy fur momma I am I went flying out of the gate yelling their names.  I made it to the front yard and spotted them across the street sniffing.  I was freaking out because a car was coming and I didn't want them to run to me, in front of the car.  So there I am...in the street...with my hands in the air to stop the car.  The couple just looked at me like I was insane but they stopped.  I called the dogs and they came running to me *thank god*.  I waved thanks to the car who was still staring at me like I was nuts and let the pups in the front door.  I didn't yell because they were good, they came when called.  I walked to the back to go close the gate and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.  "Oh God!  No wonder they were looking at me like I was mental."  

I was still in my PJs.  Which consisted of oversized plaid flannel pants that said "Class of '__", a red pullover hoodie that is at least 2 sizes too big, some EPIC bed head, and...furry black cat slippers.  I swear I am normal!!!!!!!!!!  I probably looked like I escaped an asylum running out into the street...looking like that, yelling weird words while waving my arms.