And then this happened:

It's Saturday afternoon. This morning I got up before 6 to get myself showered, ready(ish), and out the door before 8 to make it to Forte! rehearsal on time. I have been feeling sick so as soon as I got home I took off my bra (who wears those things at home anyhow?), readjusted my pony, turned on my pot of steamy peppermint water, and cozied back onto my couch. I ate some soup, drank some beers, had a short nap, and continued trying to breathe. A few minutes ago both of my cats jumped up on the back of the couch and stared intently out the window, this usually means someone is out there. I don't get visitors. And if I do it's usually someone who is lost and is probably looking for my cousin across the yard from me so it's a two second conversation before re-shutting the door. However this time when I opened the door I found two Mormon missionaries standing there asking me about my relationship with God and how I felt it had helped me. I said some things and then explained how I had been raised Mormon, had three brothers who had served missions and could really respect what they were doing, but personally am no longer Mormon. Those sweet boys then asked if I myself needed any service or knew of anyone in the area that could use some service, I said I didn't that my cousin lived just across the yard from me and that my parents actually house missionaries a little over a mile away. Guess what we found out? Those missionaries on my front porch are the same missionaries living at my Mom and Dad's house. A few other words were exchanged, I wished them a happy rest of their day and I shut the door. I walked from the front door to my kitchen and along the way passed a mirror where I noticed my nipples were standing at attention in plain sight under my tank top. I know at one point I picked up girl kitty to keep her from escaping but the rest of the time? Well, I guess I'm just hoping it's steamy enough in here from my make-shift humidifier that they couldn't see anything...