I once luxuriated on a blanket of fragrant rose petals you scattered around our bedroom. Disillusioned, my hands protected by sterile latex, I now use metal tongs to gather skid-marked tighty-whiteys.
Laundry day
My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Thin spiral notebook 
Heh.
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Ewwww. Sentiments have definitely changed in that relationship!! LOL
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Ha.. yes. there are difference between th rose-petals and skid-marked briefs
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I hope your boys don’t read this post,and like the original content.
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Ok, gross.
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Any post involving tighty-whiteys in any state will get a like from me. Here’s to separate laundry chores!
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HA! Well my boys (all of them) wear boxers and we have a hamper (wink).
I love when you “go there”, it’s always makes for such a good piece.
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Even though this is fiction, boys are gross. Wait ’til your boys are teens. OMG… start stockpiling disposable gloves now.
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I live in fear of it everyday.
😦
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Ew! Thank goodness my husband gets to do all the ‘boy’ laundry. I just take care of my own 🙂
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Ah! The world of the real. Love this piece. Thanks for sharing.
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That is awesome! I’ve heard those affectionately referred to as “poo poo undies.” Ha!
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