tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936855.post117037788062368695..comments2023-10-09T05:27:59.888-04:00Comments on Why Won't You Grow?!: An afternoon in the life . . .Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587995461067202017noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936855.post-1170474137378830262007-02-02T22:42:00.000-05:002007-02-02T22:42:00.000-05:00I suspect you are rebelling at your learned father...I suspect you are rebelling at your learned fatherly role, ala southern manhood, vs. the 'reality' of life in 21st century America in the su-burb-s.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936855.post-1170389165406844672007-02-01T23:06:00.000-05:002007-02-01T23:06:00.000-05:00I forgot to mention something.(I'm sure that you'r...I forgot to mention something.<BR/><BR/>(I'm sure that you're shocked . . .)<BR/><BR/>Round about 7:45 or so, while the girls were reading and I was done with the folding of the laundry, I took the folded clothes upstairs in the basket. I decided to put on the freshly washed pair of jeans for the express purpose of "breaking them in."<BR/><BR/>I've had these jeans for years, so it wasn't like they were new, but do you know how blue jeans are right out of the dryer, all stiff and wrinkled?<BR/><BR/>Well, I HATE that and so I often plan to wear newly washed jeans a night before I actually WANT to wear them so that they are comfortably broken in the next day.<BR/><BR/>I'm sorry if you are horrified by this bit of OCD trivia, but I think you should know these things about me . . . otherwise, why blog at all?Davidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02587995461067202017noreply@blogger.com