Steven and I were folding the kids’ clothes this morning and every now and again we’d run into some that weren’t dry yet.
“Here’s another wet pair of jeans.” Steven lamented. “Well, not quite wet. Just a little wet. Damp. God damp.”
The thoughts are crunchier here.
Steven and I were folding the kids’ clothes this morning and every now and again we’d run into some that weren’t dry yet.
“Here’s another wet pair of jeans.” Steven lamented. “Well, not quite wet. Just a little wet. Damp. God damp.”