No Modesty

As of today, Shea is off to a class trip to Hershey PA. I washed all her clothes yesterday afternoon so that she would have plenty of things to pack. I have a thing about not drying pants in the dryer because they always shrink, so I usually hang their clothes on all the chairs at our kitchen table and breakfast bar. (Which I am sure drives my husband crazy) Yesterday, I put all her clothes on the deck chairs to make sure that they were dry by last night for packing. As I was cooking dinner, I notice that Shea was on the deck standing in her underwear trying on jeans to make sure that the ones she was about to pack fit properly. Granted, we live on 3 acres of land, and the woods back up to our house. However, we do have next door neighbors that, if they are outside, can see our deck. She then proceeded to leave the pants that were not making it into her suitcase in a crumpled pile in various places on our deck. I love that child, but she makes me crazy!