ladies will know that occasionally, things must be washed by hand (some boys will know this, as well, but not usually the type of boy i know). and when things are washed by hand, they must be dried not in a heat-producing drier.
i had some things that needed to be washed by hand, and dried by air, and so, what better place for air than outdoors?
i left three tank tops draped over the porch furniture on sunday afternoon... and forgot about them until monday morning. as i retrieved my white shirt from the chair back, i noticed little marks on it.
little tiny marks.
like, little tiny footprints.
tiny, like, say, squirrel-sized.
apparently the squirrels are like my new boyfriend: they do the most annoying things but i still think it's cute.
confidential note to boys considering a position as my boyfriend: do not make the mistake of thinking you are as cute as a squirrel.
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