I'm irritated about something other than my good for nothing (but irritation) boobers.
in a fit of pregnancy...I gave away all my clothing.
not surprisingly, the only articles to survive the purgeocaust were my "climbing" clothes.
so I've got a closet full of racer back tanks, dirty long sleeve t's and fleece jackets...
all reeking of camp fire and making me hate my life just about now.
YETMEOUTTAHERE!!!!
1 comment:
I might be weird, but I looooooooove it when I come back from a climbing trip and my clothes all smell like campfire. They should put it in a bottle.
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