I cant sleep so I resort to my computer....
Hair matted and dripping wet, I stumble quickly over the obstacles, re-assess the towel I'm barely wearing and looking precariously over the balcony. “Hello?” My visitor takes a few steps back and looks up at me laughing hysterically.
“Oh, I've gotten you out of the shower!" She laughs.
“I'll be right down Lyn!” I didn’t know that a few short hours later I would be taking a picture in the courtyard with that same smile beaming back at me.
I throw on a bra and shirt and a pair of shorts. No time for knickers or a comb through the hair. I scoop up Will who’s wearing a T-shirt and nothing else. His nudey run in full swing!
I open up the door to that big bright smile and a “I'm here today because I have a team of people with me and we're going to backyard blitz your yard...”
Is she for real!
Is this a joke!
Am I on camera?
I've been set up!
How many people are there?
I haven’t done my hair!
Will's doodle is hanging out from under his shirt!
Why didn’t I put pants on Will?
Am I wearing pants?
I check to make sure I wearing pants about the same time that I decide Lyn is definitely serious. A thousand things run through my head. Don't cry, don't cry, don’t cry! How big is a “team” of people? Pants woman, pants!