Good Morning?

Again, I found myself in a compromising and unnecessarily humiliating situation. Why, oh why, do I think I can sneak outside looking ridiculous and ragtag in questionable attire at any time of the night and day and get away with it? I chalk it up to just being lazy! There I was, sneaking outside just at daybreak, barefoot, braless, hair askew in every direction, trying to change out a birdfeeder that hangs just outside the front door. It was supposed to be a quick exchange.  Step outside, and hear, "Good morning Lori! How have you been?" There is a couple walking across the street and bleary eyed me cannot fathom who they are. I wave and ask, "What are you doing in my neck of the woods?" To which they reply, "We thought we would walk this way for a change and check it out". Still clueless to who these people are. Now they are crossing the street coming onto my lawn and walk. I am blinking, rapidly trying to discern their identities. We exchange pleasantries and then I realize these are dear and beloved friends I have not seen in many, many  years and we stand there talking and catching up for 2 hours, all while I'm holding my birdfeeder and trying to keep my morning breath to myself.  As we bid each other good bye with promises to see each other again soon, I come back into the house and see my reflection with mascara smeared, eye goobers, bad, bad, bad hair,(where were you Miss Maryann?)  and indecent attire. Oh dear Lord why didn't the sidewalk open up and swallow me into a turbo makeover spa! It was wonderful to see  old friends, and catch up on the family-all of whom were in my wedding. I'd like to say I don't usually look like I did, but after reflecting on my past, apparently I do. Hoping the experience will make a new and reformed me but doubting it even as I write this. At least the birds got fed.