I don't believe I can top that one lorraine. I had to ride inpajamas with
no bra and barefeet one time when someone borrwed my
truck when camping tho but that's aabout it.
Okay girls if you want to tell stories ... in the days when I actually wore
flimsy pink shorty pajamas, I slipped into a pair of knee high rubber chore
boots and went out to catch a horse. It turned out he was WAY up on a
mountainside pasture above the barn. The land didn't even belong to us, but
I had opened the gate so the horses could graze. So there I was clear up on
the side of a mountain hiking with determination after my horse in my
skimpy little see-through jammies and I looked over at the fence line and
there was Max my sweet Christian neighbor, face scarlet with embarassment
and me with nowhere to go.
Nancy
