WHO INVITED THE HOT RUSSIAN CHICK?

We're still getting settled in this house. We've actually only lived here for about five months. We've made various home improvements. The majority of them in the back yard since that's where the pool is located and where we would be for the majority of the the Summer. The last week or so we've been working in the front yard replacing the landscaping. Sometimes Daddy works alone while I'm taking care of my MIL, making meals, going to doctor appointments, or torturing loving the kids. Yesterday was no different. 

Daddy had been working outside for a couple of hours while I was doing other things. I popped out a few times to see how things were progressing. I told him what a great job he was doing and how nice everything looked. If you ask him, I'm sure he'll say I told him something he was doing wrong as well.

It was a busy, chaotic morning here. I needed to discuss an import issue that came up with Daddy and went out front to talk to him. Have you ever walked through a door and then wished you hadn't? Boy, I sure did. I walked out the front door to see some hot blond in a tight jogging outfit with her dog on a leash standing in my front yard talking to Daddy. Of course I was wearing a pair of ugly gray capri lounge pants, an old paint splattered t-shirt, no bra, and the same makeup I put on two days ago. Not exactly my idea of a great first impression. There was a uncomfortable moment of silence and shock as I had no idea anyone would be out there except for Daddy. I couldn't turn around and go inside as that would just be overly rude. Daddy just had this "Oh shit!" look on his face. I was polite and said hello. That is when she spoke. I don't even know what she said because all I could hear was her sexy, Russian accent. Fabulous! I guess the spies are moving into my neighborhood now. 

They continued the small talk for a few minutes while I tried to not look like an idiot piddling with the plants. Needless to say she didn't hang out long once I came out. However, she did manage to tell Daddy which house she lived in though. Maybe she's wanting his advise on her landscaping or possible in need of a new pool-boy. I later promised myself that I would start dressing, wearing a bra and putting on makeup daily. Then I realized it would just be easier to look out the window first.