(Sorry 'bout the lurching camerawork.)
This was just one of three fat grey squirrels farming in the deep, rich, treasure-colored leaf cover with which the season has adorned our front yard. Recognize any of those leaves personally? You've seen quite a number of them before, though they are not where you last saw them.
Why was I filming squirrels from my studio window today? Why yes, I was indeed out of clean underwear and therefore unable to leave the house. And no, my reluctance to leave the house without clean or, alternatively, any underwear at all is not the result of some fear of ending up in the emergency room and making a bad impression on medical personnel, in spite of everything our mothers may have said. It's for me, okay? Underwear, particularly clean underwear, is a gift I give myself.
It is nonetheless quite gratifying that others can get something out of my little present to myself, too, though. There's the whole thing about not smelling, of course. And, look, sometimes there's also free squirrel footage.
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Mostly I wear underwear so I don't get my pubic hair caught in my zipper.
Posted by: Ron Sullivan | November 19, 2008 at 01:18 AM
I'll see your squirrel scamper and raise you a Chloe scamper ;)
http://www.flickr.com/photos/kitsa_sakurako/3026019250/
Posted by: Amorette | November 20, 2008 at 04:01 PM
Hee! Thank you, Amorette.
And Ron, you make an excellent additional point in favor of the undergarment. No offense, but I don't expect many people want to see any of that caught in your zipper either, so it's another little way underwear helps both each of us individually and society at large.
Who knew undies were so civic minded?
Posted by: Sara | November 21, 2008 at 03:54 PM