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Nothing like walking out your front door and seeing your neighbor in nothing but a towel. I guess last night when he came home he forgot to take his laundry into the house. So straight from the shower to my line of sight comes a little guy with very white hairy legs, dripping wet with nothing on but a towel. When he climbed into the van I was very impressed with the dexterity he displayed. He had to step up, keep the towel in place, and then reach for a rack of clothing somewhere in the depths of the van. I applauded quietly. Wouldn’t want to embarrass the poor soul and see more than I bargained for.

Traffic was light so of course I was an hour early. That’s an hour I can never get back… sigh… If it wasn’t for Books-on-Tape, I would suffer from daily road rage. As it is, it never lets up. Gota love big city congestion. I’m counting the days till we move.

Told my SO about this blog and he seemed rather unimpressed. I kinda wanted him to secretly attempt to try and figure it out. Only he was like all “I respect your space”. Not like I haven’t scammed his secrets… Geez, I’m the cptr genius in the pair. I’ve learned to look but not see. Lol.

Haven’t decided if this place will just be an exercise in blandness or a rant page or a fade into the sunset kinda thing…

Ciao