saturday night was quite a doozy, one of those nights that i don't want to log onto my online banking to see how much money i spent.
one of those nights that i don't want to look at my sent text messages cause i'm sure almost all of them were inappropriate.
when i woke up sunday morning after spending an evening at cadillac ranch and harbor inn with my friends i had no pants on. which actually isn't abnormal - muffin even mentioned it in her plumhead survey.
but when i walked out of my bedroom trying to make sure i didn't lose any of my belongings i noticed a funny little trail starting at my apartment door and ending at the stairs leading to my bedroom.
at the door (on the inside thankfully) was my purse.
followed by my coat a few feet later.
next came my heels.
my blackberry (on the floor).
my (black) shirt.
and finally my bra.
one would think this was a hot little strip down on the way to my bedroom for some fun sexy time - but i was alone.
shit, i hope i was alone.