I needed to go deal with the Destructive Balls of Moving Cuteness (aka foster kittens) but did not want to risk my dress. *check* No roommate. What the hell. I took off the dress and entered to feed, water, clean litter and play with them. They weren't used to bare legs so they did more patting, sniffing and licking than their usual rough and tumble Jennifer-is-new-furniture routine.
When I came out, I paused at the mirror - the full length mirror - to look me up and down, wearing just a black bra and black boy panties. I haven't done that in a very long time. Much to my surprise, I wasn't displeased with what I was seeing. I'm no model but I look the best I have in ten years and it's only going to get better.
Emboldened, I decided to continue wandering around in just my under things. I don't want to wrinkle my dress before I need to go. There is something very sexy about wandering the house in your undies, getting things ready, that is just sexy as hell.
Unfortunately, it is a bit chilly up here in the Pacific Northwest and one (such as me) cannot go long in just their under things. So now, I've slipped into a pair of fuzzy slippers and thrown a 'big shirt' on, buttoning only one button. You know what? I still feel sexy as hell.
It's going to be a mighty fine day. I can feel it.