Imagine my surprise when I see two men on a window washers ledge staring at me staring at them.
Stunned.
In my underwear.
I was dancing along to Justin Timberlake's latest album and eating a bowl of ice cream. When I heard a loud thud against my dining room window. I turn to explore and there they are staring back at me with a strange smile on their faces.

Thank goodness for the cutest full backs since the reintroduction of shorties for girls!

I think condo management is getting irate with my antics. I don't remember ever getting the notice that the window washers were going to be learing through my windows today.

sigh.

Can anything normal just happen to me once?