I feel lazy, more than slothful. Sloth refers more to a spiritual laziness, the lack of interest in matters of theology, but the alliteration counts for something here.
I took a shower and I’m lying nude on the bed in the other bedroom, fantasizing about naked women, more lustful than lazy, looking for reasons not to get dressed. There must be women who just wanna have fun in the friendly confines of an air conditioned house.
You know who you are.
Wait! Why do you have to get dressed?….
I would elicit comments at the restaurant. But maybe I’ll just stay home.
😂
Given the right circumstances, the clothes just might stay off, if you catch my drift
Today is Sunday, and I have worn only my husband’s t-shirt (ok, and my panties) since last night. My kids don’t even notice what I’m wearing. Unless we’re in church, wearing a bra and pants, on Sundays, seems just plain silly! One day, when we don’t have anyone besides Adam and I at home, I’d be totally down to have “naked Sundays” 😆