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Harley Chick
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My DH called me at work this morning to ask me if I knew where his blue jeans were. I told him that as much as I'd like to think I know everything, I don't and he would have to find them himself. He told me to look on my body...
I'm wearing his jeans. It's bad enough that I have to go through the day knowing I'm in someone elses clothes, but I actually thought I had lost weight because they fit so good.
It's gonna be one of those days and it's only 6:30 am. TGIF.


