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Tuesday, November 17, 2009

While you were sleeping

Or more likely while you were purring into your pillow, I was up and at the business of adult life maintenance.

Think laundry.

And that means orphaned undies. First up, we have a pair of XL tightie whities.

I am clueless here. And if you want them, send forceps.

Next up, a sock.

A very tiny sock.

Not quite as colorful or as naughty as what I find at the lake, but enough to still leave me wondering what it is about me that draws orphaned draws.

-- text tapped from a virtual keyboard. You found misspellings? Imagine that. Get over it.

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