Gingers Do Not Make Great Nudists

Weeks ago on The Facebook I mentioned that with the church next door insisting on playing its bell music for what feels like 6 hours a day, I was more than ready to move. I hate that stupid bell music. A friend commented about my nudist colony fence & whether I would be bringing it with me. I said I'll be leaving it here & my new neighbors can just get used to my nudist lifestyle.

The new neighbors in the 'burbs will adjust. They'll be fine.

I totally forgot about that long ago nudist conversation on The Facebook until about 2 weeks later when I called my chiropractor. Before I could tell him the reason for my call, he asked me if there was something wrong with me that I was sunbathing in the nude. "You're a redhead, you should know better!"

Okay...what?

Well, the poor guy is on The Facebook & saw the comments about my nudist colony. He apparently is not in on the whole nudist colony joke (if you're not either, click on the link above) & was quite worried about the health of my Irish see-through skin.

He's a very thoughtful doctor.

I reassured him that I do not in fact have a nudist colony, but the shock on someone that hears it for the first time never gets old for me.

Dr. Adjustment said he has visions in his head of curious people trying to peer through the slats to see The Nudist Colony, the only one of its kind within...I don't know how far but we'll say lots & lots of miles.

He asked if I've ever caught a Peeping Tom.

Then he had the most brilliant idea.

Take a mannequin & lay it on a beach towel with a bikini top untied & laying under it.

We'll know if there are Peeping Toms by the rumors that then get spread about "seeing" me sunbathing in the nude after all.

I'm ashamed that I did not come up with that on my own. I fear I am losing it.