A few moments ago I was downstairs in the basement doing the laundry.
In the winter, our basement is warm and dry, so we hang our clothes on clotheslines to dry. In the summer we hang them outside and on bad weather or damp basement days (usually in the spring and fall) we use the electric dryer. The Folks have lived with us (in their own apartment) for a few years now and we share all the washing/drying facilities.
As I was busy hanging our multitudinous socks and undies up to dry, I suddenly had a shocking thought: I have never, not even once seen Gram's or Gramp's underwear on either of the clotheslines. Nor have I seen them in their laundry basket.
That's all, end of report.
(Glad I could edify and enlighten you all yet again.)
6 comments:
well GOOD because that would be a little gross.
Well yeah, except that we all live in the same house and Grammy sees OUR underwear and socks proudly displayed on the clothesline at least twice a week!
It's not so much that I WANT to see as that I find it odd that I haven't seen, ya know?
Heh, Groovy! Grammy and Gramp DON'T WEAR ANY UNDERWEAR!!!
'Nuff said!
Hmmm. VERY interesting!! I actually remember what my grandma's looked like!!
Thanks for coming over to Paradise for a visit - I'm doing so much better!
You don't see my underwear there either... bur it CAN be arranged if you want.
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