Precious Peeps it’s Pits Perfect.
When I get a chance to get into the parents bathroom I love to get things out of the laundry basket and race around the house with them.
It drives Grandpa insane. Send his blood pressure through the roof.
Granny is pretty cool about it unless it’s one of her Spanx because those things designed to hold in tummies don’t come cheap.
Yesterday I got one of her trainers. Grandpa was apoplectic. Granny just said “oh let her have it they have hole in the soles anyway”
You know what? That took all the fun out of it. I really didn’t want it as much.
Why is it when there isn’t a chase there isn’t a race?
Blessing#1834-Socks and Knickers
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