Monday, March 30, 2009

90-year-old leg

I locked myself out of my apartment this morning. This is was just one of the many minor but frustrating inconveniences that has plagued my life for the last few days. It's making me want to do a google search for "how to make the bad juju go away."

It was about 7:40 this morning so I called Flo to make sure she was awake before I went and banged on her door to get a spare key. She was and she said to come on over. And now I feel it's important to send out a public service announcement to all my pals at Las Brisas. If you have to get a spare key from Flo at 7:40am, be prepared to see her in rollers and a Very Short Robe. I got more than an eyeful of 90-year-old leg.

7 comments:

Liz W. said...

Good to know!

I'll make sure to avert my eyes...

Amy said...

been there, done that. Guess I should have sent out a warning earlier. :-)

Rach said...

EEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWW!

The Cahoons! said...

She came down to the pool in a short robe a couple of times in the summer. That's when I believed she was as old as people were telling me.

Valerie said...

I don't understand. What's your problem with this?

colleeeen said...

when I am 90 EVERYBODY will see my gams. I won't give a [insert vulgar word here] what anybody thinks by then. You go, Flo!

Heather said...

All I can say is remember in Lion King when one of the hyenas would say "Mufasa" and the others would go "ooooooooooooooo." The thought of 90 year-old leg does that for me.... :)