I’ve become an exhibitionist.

It’s not my fault; I don’t mean to be flashing the goods. If anything, I’m a prude. But lately, I haven’t seemed to have my wits about me. Or my shirt.

My downward spiral into accidental nudism began a little more than a year ago. It all started innocently enough. I was cleaning the bathroom and opened a window protected by my security system, thus accidentally setting off the alarm. No worries. I quickly punched in the code on my security system and continued cleaning. Seeing as I was working with bleach and intended on taking a shower after I spiffed up the toilet, I was cleaning in the nude. Who cares, right? I’m in my house. The open window faced my backyard. I shouldn’t feel ashamed about being nude in my own bathroom! And I didn’t. That is, until the police officer, alerted by the security company, stuck his head in my open bathroom window.