There goes the neighborhood
When I got home from work today, I had a carload of recycling to unpack. I ran inside and changed into shorts and a tank top, and then went back out. As I was moving boxes into the garage, I heard people calling and dogs yipping in the grassy utility easement that runs behind / alongside all the backyards on our block. I stepped out and poked my head around the corner, and saw two little terrier mixes frolicking down the easement, with two women following behind and calling to them. Indy has escaped down the same easement at least twice, so I was familiar with this particular trick. The dogs were steadfastly ignoring their owners, so I blocked their exit and called them over to me and was able to grab their collars.
The ladies came over to collect their dogs, we chatted for a few seconds, and then they headed home. As I went back to finish unloading the car, I realized with sudden horror that as I had crouched down / bent over to catch the dogs, I had given the owners a full-on view down my shirt into my bra. Dear Lord. I can only hope they were so distracted by their dogs' antics that they didn't notice my bodacious tatas. A girl can dream, right?