Note to Self

Stop wearing that old, faded, orange spaghetti strap tank top while doing yard work.

At the Neighborhood Party on Saturday night it was mentioned that a neighbor down the street, at first glance, thought that earlier in the day I was doing my yard work topless. I don’t know if I’m more horrified that my coloring so closely resembles washed out orange or that my neighbor thought I might actually do yard work without a top on.