I took my shirt off and then realized, from an increasing amount of racket being made from all the young boys on my street, that my blinds were drawn up. Awesome. I pulled my shirt back on, closed my blinds, and then retook my shirt off for some reason, I forget why. Anyways, it was embarrassing and I never want to leave my house again because I don't know how many little boys are running around my neighborhood who can imagine me in my bra and american flag head band. And that's the end of the story.