Lucy hates it when I talk about M's pants. They're mine, and they fit, and he's in town, so I have to wear them while he's here. He checks me out occasionally, so I try to look extra nice for him. Tomorrow is the day for it.
I'm gonna have to move an ironing board out on the deck since that's where I live when I'm home.
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