I reached into the closet for a pair of pants to throw on. A trip to the store was needed and I’ve drawn the line at going in my pajamas. No pants. Crud, I’ll have to do laundry. Where’s the laundry? Not in my room, not in her room, not in the hall, not already … Continue reading The Stinky Feet Tell
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