After coffee and afternoon naps, is there any greater adult pleasure than putting on a brand new pair of plush socks? I got some for Christmas, and I couldn't be more delighted.
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A friend recently quoted Calvin (of Calvin and Hobbes fame, not John Calvin) to me.
"What's the point of wearing your favorite rocketship underpants if no one ever asks to see them?"
I acknowledged the wisdom of this. Then I asked if she had anything she wanted to show me. Let me just tell all of you, if you ever want me to see your lucky underpants, all you have to do is say so.
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Fellow blogger users, do you find sometimes that when you're writing, the automatic return stops working, and you'll find the sentence just keeps going to the right forever? I've been having this happen a lot. It didn't when I was writing on the library computer in Indiana, it's not happening now (naturally) but almost every other time in the last month it has. I find if I put the cursor between two words, delete the space between them, then put it back in, the auto-return will work again, but that doesn't necessarily translate into how the entry looks once it's posted. This is the reason why most of my entries recently will have weird short sentences in the middle of paragraphs for no apparent reason. Maybe blogger thinks I am trying to write poetry.
Is anyone else having this problem? And if so, did you find a way to fix it?
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Just knowing that I'm wearing my favorite underpants helps me get through the day sometimes.
I don't have to show anyone. But, then again, I'm glad to if anyone's curious.
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Sorry, I've not experienced your automatic return problem, so I can't even begin to offer advice.
Hmmm... come down for visit and I'll be sure to wear my lucky underwear to show them to you.
-C
Hehehehe lucky underpants. If I'm lucky I don't have to wear underpants.
Don't have a clue about the auto return thing. However, I've noticed that tonight blogger is being nice to me and giving me easier word verification pictures.
I just thought you were being poetic.
"...is there any greater adult pleasure than putting on a brand new pair of plush socks?"
Not many. Changing into soft dry clothes after coming in from a swim comes pretty close. Wanna see?
Plush socks rock! Do yours have elfs on them by any chance? ;)
A warm, cosy sweatshirt after a walk in the rain is very pleasurable, too.
(An aside to Joe: I wanna see!)
Paul: so I'll just be sure to ask you. Clearly you won't volunteer the information.
Christopherc: it's a date.
Java: good point! Though as Joe says in an earlier entry, there's an art to sexiness as well. Something about unwrapping the package. I mean present.
Joe: See? I wanna help! Of course that may end up slowing things down a bit... and requiring another dip in the pool. Or a shower.
Cooper: Sorry, no elves. Come to think of it, I don't have any novelty socks at the moment. There was a time there when Dad routinely gave me socks with weird colors, patterns, and images. I don't know what got into him.
While I'm at it, can I 'help' you put on the dry sweatshirt? One of the best things about working outside for me (and I've had lots of outdoor jobs) is the sensation of getting warm and dry at the end of the day, wrapped up in soft clothing. It's been a while since I've taken a walk in the rain. I'll do that next chance I get. It's not quite as fun in city streets, but it's still not bad.
Okay you guys are starting to sound like my grandparents and that really scares me! I mean with the statements about socks and warm sweatshirts, not about showing us your underwear. Although when they hit their nineties...O_O
Steven
Steven: come on, you don't appreciate, just a little bit, the sensation of soft clothing touching your body, especially after getting drenched one way or the other? You're missing out, man. Maybe we three need to show you what it feels like.
Patrick - take all the time you want. I think you're right. We need to get Steven wet - then dry. (Aside to Cooper - I'll show you mine, if you show me more of that... special talent.)
I don't know, Patrick. I've never equated "adult fun" with "putting on plush socks". Although I suppose it depends upon what one puts said socks, doesn't it?
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