Electricity, Sun-Drying, and Humiliation: A short story

This morning, at approximately 9:10 am, (per the WenWorld) we lost power. I of course panicked for about 5-10 seconds until I realized that not all power was gone, just the hardline. (What? Try EMP threat...) Then I moved on to turning important things off... trying to put in my contacts in the dark... thinking about getting dressed. But something was missing.

(Some may want to skip this paragraph, but it leaves out the interesting part of the story.)
I have a few nursing bras. But one is my favorite. And it's been in the laundry for a few days, while the others made me sore... I was really needing that bra. It was in the dryer, which stopped running when the power failed. I felt creative, (and apparently risky) and laid it out on the deck to finish drying. Behind the hobby horse, so no neighbors got a good look at my lovely boring white maternity goods. And the sun is a good resource, so why not, when the temperature was 93* by 10:30am? We live on a quiet street...

But, of course when the power goes out the neighbors are going to want to know if they are the only ones... So, when someone knocks on our door, and Melia runs to open it (training in progress, let me tell you!) and I gasp, suddenly without time to put a cover shirt on my less-than-modest nursing tank top I wear to bed... I have to answer to the teenage neighbor boy... who now must think that I live for nothing more than to show off my personal wears.... twice, as he returned after he called the PUD, to find me still not dressed. (Hey! My bra wasn't dry yet!)

But all is ok. Our power is back on, along with the AC and freezers.... And my pride and dignity are long gone, replaced by a good dose of humility....

I have to wonder though, was God laughing at me or trying to teach me a lesson? Or both???