Do You Have A House Bra?

You know the bra you change in to when you come home? When I go to work and events, I use my quality undergarments. I very rarely get a chance to come home and change my clothes. As of late, my evenings have either been consumed by the gym or handling the hurry up offense. So when I finally got a chance to relax the other day and change in to my house bra, I was elated. That was until the doorbell rang. Never, ever, do I get a visit from a stranger in the evening. That is until the other night.  When I looked through the glass and saw the outline of this man, I panicked. You see the house bra is not as effective as the quality undergarments so everything ummm relaxes. lol.  The purpose of the house bra is to assist with the relaxation. I cannot relax in my corset, and my tut-tuts are too big to wear a jersey bra. All I know is full-coverage. I moved from panicked to pissed by now because who the hell was he to infringe on my relaxation time. The boys were fighting downstairs and Kennedy was all up in the middle of it (daring to get stepped on). I was in my element. 

I went to the door and wondered if I should speak through the steel frame, you know, the one with the privacy glass that we paid so much for that damn near everyone could see through. I queried the visitor and decided based on his voice that he could not be that cute, so I opened it up. You see if I opened it up and he was looking like Stringer Bell (you may know him as Idris Alba) then I would have had a calamity on my hands. At that point, the only thing I could do to save face, is pass out. But thankfully, I was safe. It was just a random fella asking who did the concrete. At that point I realized relaxation trumps everything, even a visit from Stringer.