your dose of daily exhibitionism
I just occurred to me it's probably isn't normal for me to run out on my front porch every morning in just my underwear and bra to get the paper and then run back in the house. It's sort of funny because I know that the next-door neighbor comes home from his morning jog around the time I'm getting the paper-- I've nearly run into him several times-- but somehow that makes it even more fun.

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