You know how sometimes you just have this feeling that you've forgotten something? and you just know it's important? Well, I had that feeling this morning as I was leaving the house. What am I forgetting? What is it? Oh! Yeah, it's my deodorant! That would be bad. As the song runs through my head ♪Oooh, that smell, can't you smell that smell♪ (That Smell by Lynryd Skynryd)
I giggle, run back in the house, grab my deodorant, from the kitchen table, because that's where I keep it, (not really, I was just too lazy to put it away when I brought it in from the store, last night) I threw it in my gym bag, and ran back out the door. I jump in the car and have to endure a little head shaking from disapproving hubby who apparently thinks I'd forget my head if not attached. "Give me a break," I say "it was new, so I forgot to put it in my bag, no big deal," and with that we were on our way.
I have a rather lazy workout, of reading my fave magazine, and chatting with my good friend, because we are too sore from yesterday's crazy workout, and it's Friday, so we deserve a break. We talk about the guy she's "not dating" just "seeing." I don't really see the difference, but if it makes her feel better. We talk about the girl you can't tell anything to, unless it's ready for Prime time, and the guy who thinks it's important to let every woman know that he works out daily, and remind them of how sexy he is, (he says he is, but not so much, not even a little, poor guy.) Then, it's off to the locker room to continue our conversation while showering and getting ready for work.
We're talking away as I grab my stuff out of my locker, and realize...I forgot my panties! Are you kidding me?! Of course my friend gets a chuckle out of this, and tells me what a great day I'm going to have. I sing "♪cause I'm free...♪" (Free Falling by Tom Petty) and think at least I'm wearing jeans and not a skirt this time, because I don't pull off the Sharon Stone thing very well, nor do I want to.
Still giggling, we get in the shower (separate ones, we're close, but not like that.) We are having a conversation about locker room etiquette, and how some people just don't have any. Now, there are different levels of undress in every locker room, and for the most part people are aware of other people around them, and are respectful. They walk from one place to another with a towel on, or get dressed in the changing area, but some women...just...don't think! Just because they're comfortable in their body, doesn't mean I want to see them bent over with all of their womanly goods hanging out while putting lotion on their legs! (especially since, I have to work with these people, and I may have to hold a serious conversation with that person, could you imagine?) With this thought, my music infested mind runs "♪Everybody wants to be naked and famous♪" on a loop in my head. (Naked & Famous by The Presidents of the United States of America)
It is at this moment that I open the shower curtain and reach for my towel.
"Oh my gosh!" I exclaim "I forgot my towel!"
"In your locker?" My friend asks.
"No! It's at home, where I hung it to dry, right next to my gym bag, so I wouldn't forget it!"
She is then laughing in complete hysterics, and I very quickly join her. First no underwear, now no towel. On the radio, not in my head, Bono sings "♪It's a beautiful day!♪"