Exhaustion makes for a sorry set of excuses for foregoing polite behavior. This week alone I have only shaved the front of my legs. (Teaching Sunday School, had to be done). Eaten marshmallows for breakfast. Twice. (But they were a little stale thus better than usual.) Ironed only the front of my shirt. (I wore a sweater and did it in the name of efficiency, of course.)
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You're way ahead of me, I don't think I've ever ironed a shirt. I call the wrinkled look "stylish" and go with it...Today I had chocolate for breakfast...
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