I have an open-door policy at my house. If you want to come over, I want you to come on over. I don't believe in the formality of scheduling visits from friends. If you want to know the truth, I don't really believe in friendships that require such forethought and party manners. What can I say...I like to keep it real up in here.
My only caveat, and I've texted or spoken these precise words at least 4 times in the past few weeks, is that you "just give me a second to throw some clothes on the streaking hooligan" who appears to have taken up residence in my home.
Nakedness is becoming a perpetual state of being over here.
I'm not ashamed of it. It doesn't bother me. It certainly doesn't bother he-who-shirks-his-pants. I just feel like everyone who may stop by is entitled to the heads up. Common courtesy, if you will.
So, there it is - a public service announcement from me to you. You're welcome.
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