Love thy neighbor?

 A few weeks ago I sort of impulsively booked a boudoir photo shoot for the end of the month and then immediately freaked the fuck out because 1) it definitely wasn't in the budget 2) because I impulsively did it, I booked it for within the cancellation period so there was no backing out and 3) excited and nervous feel the same in your body and I was both REALLY excited and REALLY nervous. But it's something I've always wanted to do, and I've been working really hard in the gym, and well, what's done is done so here we go. 

So then I started doing what I do and obsessing over it as a distraction to all the other things, like anxious kids and dogs who kill woodpeckers and oh, say, a horrific war erupting in Europe. I booked this amazing photographer who's been sending me "how to prepare for your shoot" e-mails, and one said to start a secret pinterest board with your inspiration shots. So I've been dutifully collecting pictures on my phone of different poses, outfits, etc. getting more and more excited for my shoot. And as I've gotten more excited I've gotten less modest in my screenshots. I mean, it's a SECRET pinterest board, right? 

Know what's not secret? Google photos. Which automatically archives the photos from my phone. Which then upload to become the screensaver on my TV. Which you can see from the street if anyone fails to turn the TV off when they're done watching. Which they frequently do. Which I realized only when I pulled up to my house last night to my neighbors' toddlers playing in the street and my window perfectly framing a VERY non-PG (but beautiful) image of a lovely, pretty close to naked stranger. 

So now I'm waiting for THAT awesome letter from the HOA...