I'm almost finished rinsing the soap off when the phone rings. Katie and I look at each other in horror: it's the delivery guy, with dinner, and he's downstairs now.
I jump out of the shower, throw on a bathrobe, and reach for my underwear for a modicum of decency, when Katie asks, "You're wearing underwear just to run downstairs?"
I pull them up, saying, "Well, don't want to freak out the squares."
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