Not only will my socks be used and disposed of, but there is also a pile of unwanted clothes that will find the donation bin. Unfortunately for those who use them next, they’ll have the stench of my morning run. Don’t worry: I’m not donating my boxers. I’ll burn those for the good of humanity.
disposable clothes: the revolution begins
Posted: January 22, 2011 in domestication, expatriate, marriage, wife, husband, house0
