Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Actual Conversation

So I went out to see the neighbors today. Decided it was time to venture out and become friendly. I have no problem talking and introducing myself to people I thought it was time to let loose. To hang with the comrades. Ya know, rub shoulder with the homeys. Become one of the gang (No mom, there are not really gangs in the neighborhood, I mean probably). Tried to get a little scoop -- the DL -- on what the neighborhood was like. I wanted to know from the peeps living it out everyday -- the ones in the trenches. I ran into a neighbor and we chatted for awhile, then I asked with a big cheese-ball grin on my face...

"So tell me about the neighborhood. What kinda personality would you say it has?"

"Oh, you are gonna love it. This is the kinda neighborhood where you can walk outside without a bra."

I ran back into the house screaming Mother Mary's sweet sacred and holy name and gripping my undergarments -- Mother Mary would understand. I truly like my bra. Other people truly like me having one on -- seriously.

I think her comment says it all.

Welcome to the neighborhood.

Oh, Lord. Hear my prayers.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

What state did you move to?

Kim said...

Oh, you so had better post photos of your first braless encounter! Well, unless blood would shoot out of our eyes!

Greg said...

Nothing says "Welcome to the Neighborhood!" like Here's my Size D cups yet nothing to support them. Zoiks!

Dreams of a Country Girl said...

Greg -- You totally made me pee my pants, but just a little. And I must assume you are talking about her...cause D's are only in my dreams....

Dreams of a Country Girl said...

Annon -- I cannot disclose that type of information. I am in the witness protection program.

Kim -- Photos???? Braless??? Are for for real????? It takes everything in me to post the horrific ones you see of me on the blog -- GAG! You make me laugh!

Steve said...

Reminds me of when I met our neighbor in Germany. (Did I mention I lived there?). She is wearing a tank top and had way more underarm hair than I could ever dream of having. You could have braided the stuff. It was awesome and I knew I was back home in the motherland. Judy was grossed out!