Below you'll find a list of all posts that have been tagged as “Airing our laundry”
What are your feelings on “airing our laundry”? Does it make you uncomfortable if you witness this in public? Does it depend on the circumstance or the situation? In Wednesday’s post I relayed a childhood memory from a humorous perspective. You may remember that I couldn’t look at old “Mr. Fletcher” quite the same way once his wife started hanging …
Sheesh. There they were again. Blue ones. Striped ones. Even…banana yellow ones. And let’s not forget the faded green ones with brown (or were they purple?) polka dots. Hung with calculated precision next to the flapping brassieres, but wedged delicately between an assortment of bath towels, dish rags, and knee socks, were Mr. Fletcher’s boxer shorts. Again. Over on the next clothesline was another visual …
