So if I ever get lost in the Canadian rockies, I should just dig the lint out of my pockets and grab the dryer sheet still stuck to my fleece and voila! I'll survive! (Maybe I've been watching to much Survivorman lately.)
Do I even want to know how you know that? LOL
Oh, by the way, I'm still anxious to see the six weird things about you. Actually, I'm curious to see which ones you'll pick ;)
Great idea. Gives me another excuse to hang around laundry rooms. You also get the benefit of the aphrodisic smell of fabric softner.
Well y'know. When Phil and I first met and I was riding in the semi with him (before I was driving) we'd stop to do laundry and...Ok. well maybe I won't tell you that story on the blog.
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