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Softy t-shirt and boxers. In other words pajamas. That's one of my concessions to being a mother. Wearing clothes to bed. I used to love the feel of sheets on my skin...
Alexandria Drama (high school drama tshirt) shirt and my rubber duckie boxers.
writerfreak
Nuair a feallionn na focail, labhraionn an ceol (translation: When words fail, music speaks) Ever meet a dangerous woman? One you know sees right through you? Dangerously attractive, effortlessly intelligent, quietly intense?
"Joie est mon caractère, C'est la faute à Voltaire; Misère est mon trousseau, C'est la faute à Rousseau." Gavroche. Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (chap. XV)
Creme colored jean shorts and my black London Underground map t-shirt that our friends brought me from London.
BTW: They brought Rachel a Mind the Gap thong that she's been asking for and brought Asher a Paddington Bear and brought Lucky a Cambridge sleeper. (his/her first gift)
"Joie est mon caractère, C'est la faute à Voltaire; Misère est mon trousseau, C'est la faute à Rousseau." Gavroche. Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (chap. XV)
"Joie est mon caractère, C'est la faute à Voltaire; Misère est mon trousseau, C'est la faute à Rousseau." Gavroche. Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (chap. XV)
My white shamrock boxers, yeah thats pretty much it. Hate clothes when I'm at home sitting in my own bed.
writerfreak
Nuair a feallionn na focail, labhraionn an ceol (translation: When words fail, music speaks) Ever meet a dangerous woman? One you know sees right through you? Dangerously attractive, effortlessly intelligent, quietly intense?
"Joie est mon caractère, C'est la faute à Voltaire; Misère est mon trousseau, C'est la faute à Rousseau." Gavroche. Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (chap. XV)