To the laundry, they all go. Frankly, last winter was never cool enough to need anything beyond the ordinary. Of course, like the kilts, some of these sweatsuits are not going to fit me until I become less of a man.
As you you might expect, 10 am in the laundry revealed some surprises. Not like 4 am, but sufficient unto this morning it was.
Bonafide draws, for sure. Thought they looked dry from a recent washing, I believe we might require a hazmat team to remove these draws from the premises.
There were more, but propriety stays my hand.
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