In a robe

This morning after kissing D goodbye, I was sipping my coffee and checking my email (alright facebook) when D comes running back in the house, "Love, you're blocking me."

Since I was sipping my coffee and checking my face book in my birthday suit (I apologize(not really) to family members who didn't realize I even had a birthday suit, much less that I often wear it.) I ran and slipped on my beautiful black and red silky robe. I jogged out to the drive way, knowing D was already running late, and was jumping into my car when I noticed our down stairs neighbor had his car hood up. D bellowed, "Just pull back and then in front of me so I can give him a jump."

What was meant to be a 30 second foray outside in my robe turned into helping with the 'jumping' process. "Love, will you hold the cables up in the middle so they reach?" "I can do that." But then they little truck that D drives to work decided it's engine was not capable of saving another. It did a little choke choke cough and the neighbors engine would not turn over.

Then D pulls out the big gun, specifically his huge Dodge RAM 1500 V8. The neighbor and I laughed at the size of the battery, the engine was so loud we could not hear each other. Instead we did this mime point, hands apart for 'freaking huge', head back chuckle.

Well the Dodge being the beast that it is, would not fit in the space between the neighbors car and the porch. So there I was in my black and red silky robe that is not known for staying closed, pushing the neighbors car back so D could jump it with The Beast. I felt a little vulnerable watching that I wasn't giving anyone a show, but I also felt like I was in some strange artsy photo shoot of girls in robes working on cars.

It took only seconds for the neighbor's car to spring to life. I hightailed it back inside, after a kiss from D, "Have a good day, sexy!" I love that robe.