I am really lazy. . .not the kind of summer, hang in the hammock with a glass of wine, lazy, but winter doldrum lazy. Yes, we are having a thaw, but it is so foggy out, that you cannot enjoy the weather.
Addled did a little trimming of his facial hair. I had to cover my face with a pillow so I did not totally show that I was cracking up. Honestly, if the man would just shave it and let me know, like with a red alert warning system, things would go smoothly, but when he pops his newly shorn face suddenly from behind a door, I want to collapse in laughter.
I dunno, I have a thing with facial hair, a man's upper lip area, and if I can see their socks. Something bad must have happened to me as a child, because I do not think these reactions are normal.
If I see a man's socks and he happens to have slim ankles, I just about pass out. Wool socks, are not as provoking, I can even control myself if the man is wearing shorts, but if I see a little white sock hanging out of a pair of pants, and exposing a slim area of twig leg, it is all over for me. I feel like I could cry and laugh.
It makes me feel that the guy is very vulnerable when I see white socks. |
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