yep. the garbage dudes saw me naked

So I was caught naked by the garbage dudes this morning. Sigh.

I am house/doggie-sitting for Kip who is in Atlanta at a fucking scrapbooking convention (we just won't go there). We had a helluva thunder storm last night and sometime in the middle of the night I guess that the power must have surged which kicked the A/C off. I awoke at 6 a.m. all sweaty and disoriented. Maybe the fact that my buddy Jenn came over last night and we floated in the pool and killed two bottles of wine (1 red - 1 white) helped with the dehydration. Anyway, I went out onto the deck to let the dog out and feed the iguana (romaine lettuce and shredded carrots = yum!) and it was so humid and sticky that on impulse I whipped off my nightshirt and slipped into the pool. What the hell--I was alone and the yard is completely fenced. Why not? Ah, heaven. So as the iguana ate breakfast and the crazed corgy wandered around the yard nibbling grass, I glided about in the pool.

I swam a few quiet laps and floated for a bit, enjoying the sunrise and the seagulls flying overhead and because my ears were below the surface, I heard nothing. But I did notice the dog's ears and tail suddenly stand at attention. I glanced over to the 6-foot privacy fence and to my horror saw the enormous chrome exhaust pipe and the roof of a garbage truck pulling to a stop in the alley behind Kip's house. And the two guys hanging from the ladder on the back of the truck clearly saw me. At this instant I stopped floating and did a duck and cover underwater maneuver that consisted of bringing my knees to my chin and bending at the waist, trying to cover my boobs. But too late. The grins on the dudes made it clear they had seen me and my boobs which sure are buoyant in the water. Like two flotation devices with minds of their own. Fuck.