The mutha load (this is a true story about pantyhose and parenting)
But how do I leave her in that space, alone? I allowed this to happen.
But it felt like I had a toe wedgie all day, and I couldn't wait to take them off.
Then, for a while there, she was more likely to be seen bear-legged, or in some cotton-ish tights, or sometimes in funky patterned hosiery.
But it felt like I had a toe wedgie all day, and I couldn't wait to take them off.
Then, for a while there, she was more likely to be seen bear-legged, or in some cotton-ish tights, or sometimes in funky patterned hosiery.