Just wanted to give you fair warning. This is this week's TMI post. Dad occasionally sleeps in his underwear, and one night last week it must've been a little warmer than it has been. He shuffled out of the bedroom in his unmentionables, and, after pouring his first cup of life headed straight for the shower.
This is all fine and normal, but when he got out of the shower he realized he hadn't brought any clothes out with him and, not wanting to risk waking mom, spent the morning in his birthday suit.
Needless to say this was one morning I didn't want to spend on his lap, so I hid under the futon and fell asleep while he sat in the rocker and read, did some writing, and carried on with his morning routine as if it was normal.
I'm so sorry if this mental image ruins your day. It was like watching an episode of "Hotel Hell", seeing Chef Ramsay getting undressed and stepping into the shower the way he seems to like to do in almost every episode.
Though I'm all for prancing around in the buff (a way of life for us felines) who wants to see that, right?