Rules is Rules

(Last Fall)

My coworker: Hey guess what! I was driving to work and I saw you! Walking your dog! I drove right by you!

Our house is just off of a main street leading into town, and on the route that she drives to work and back. She is now familiar with the house itself and sometimes reports on having seen me there. A few weeks ago, she announced that she saw Don on our porch-- the first sighting of the elusive fiance.

CW: He's different than I imagined! His hair is curly. He was playing with the dog!

Today:

CW: Umm, Mara? Does Don ever, like, wear dresses? Or maybe a robe or something? 'Cuz I drove by today and he was out on the porch wearing some kind of dress... but I guess it could have been a bathrobe...

Oh, my God. While I sleep, unknowing, Don is exposing the neighborhood to the image of himself in MY bathrobe, letting the dog out. Leading my coworker speeding by to think that I'm marrying a dress-wearing transvestite. Not that there's anything wrong with that, except that it's not true. Just something deeply wrong with Don going outside in a robe over jeans. Sweetie! We don't live out in the country YET. We live in a densely populated neighborhood on a busy main thoroughfare. Put a tee shirt on! If for no other reason than so I don't have to hear from my coworkers that you've been spotted walking the dog nekkid or something.

I called him and we've set a new ground-rule that (in my opinion) should go without saying: No Going Outside When Not Fully Dressed. I mean, there have to be SOME standards, right?