Sunday, May 24, 2009

I can't believe I'm telling you this...

What you are about to read...


Is completely socially inappropriate.

Please don't feel obligated to continue. However, my husband and I got a really good chuckle out of our absent-mindedness. Perhaps you will too...



So Friday I had a really, really good day. Nathan had a pretty good day himself. So when he was on his way home from work, I was getting all dolled up to take him out to dinner (a little "Kacey has an awesome new job that she's really excited about" celebration).

Before we left, I called the apartment office because our air conditioning was not working. Seeing how it was a Friday night, on a holiday weekend nonetheless, we assumed our message would not even be heard until sometime on Tuesday.

We went to dinner. Buca Di Beppo...amazing as always. Prosciutto stuffed chicken. Wonderful.

Then we came home.

Now...seeing as we are still in the *ahem* technical newlywed category, and we were both in a celebratory mood...I'll let you take a wild guess as to what happened when we got home. However, there's one detail that cannot be left out for the sake of the story.

We were not very choosy about where all of our articles of clothing landed. For example (I can't believe I'm blogging about this): jeans in the foyer, bra in the hallway...you get the picture.

(My cheeks are officially red.)

The next morning, we both had to get up early for work, so we blew off the mess until we got home. When we arrived back at the apartment, in addition to the strewn clothing articles, there was a note.

Our air was fixed. The note said "Freeon added. I hope it was okay that I closed the windows."

Now...we KNOW that he closed the windows so the apartment would cool down. BUT...

My husband's first words were, "wow, he must have thought we needed more privacy."

Now, you may not be laughing as hard as I am. But you have to feel sorry for the poor maintenance man. Oh the things he must see...

We just felt this was slightly too humorous not to share. So with my husband's full blessing, you are now filled in on what we feel was the highlight of our weekend.

I'm thinking of writing an apology letter to the poor man...

5 comments:

~ Stephanie said...

as your mother, I have to ask . . . exactly WHICH cheeks were red?

There are SO many more questions I would like to ask, but maybe I should just text them instead. :)

*Lindsay*Jordan* said...

BAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

E.T.'s Mom said...

Oh my goodness. Um, thank you for sharing? It's a great story!

EmmaLeeAnne said...

Not even gonna lie... That's an awkward story... for everyone involved. But poor guy! I feel for him.

Nathan Anderson said...

I still can't believe I gave my full blessing to let you blog about this. To think, my MOM could read this! Oh well...

Love you beautiful!