Our dryer doesn't exactly work right. This evening I swallowed my pride and gave up trying to get my clothes dry by morning before finding myself uncomfortably dealing with fresh-from-the-washer-wet jeans out in the public. The image of my socks draped over a hanger hung on a shower curtain rod where a closet door should be started cracking me up. Thought I'd share a laugh at my expense. Maybe it's not that humorous. Maybe I'm just tired. Who cares! Like that song that goes "It's my party, I can cry if I want to"... It's my blog and I can post what I want to.
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