Binoculars

We live in a high-rise building in New York, which is neighbored by other high-rise apartment buildings, and so naturally my father-in-law gifted us a pair of binoculars. These binoculars have allowed us to witness private photo shoots, the perfect 10 applying her makeup in only her thong (which I was sure only existed in movies), and even a dead fucking body being pulled from the East River. Today I was mopping my living room floor when I passed by the bookshelf where we keep said binoculars. As I saw them laying there, two things suddenly occurred to me:

1) Earlier this morning Biscuit woke up as I was finishing my shower, and it was all I could do to get pants on before she started demanding things of me. I never quite got around to putting a shirt on. Therefore, I was mopping with the girls out.

2) It’s quite possible that any one of our neighbors also owns binoculars.

So if I show up on some housewife fetish site, please know that I was not a willing participant.

2 thoughts on “Binoculars

  1. Love your sense of humor! Looking forward to regular peaks into your world! Btw- Regarding mopping topless- I got free landscaping doing just that kind of thing!

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  2. OMG…I must try this! I’m talking about mopping, of course. Not even living next to the turnpike prevents the twins from getting tanned!

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