I drained the last of my tea, set the cup on the dining table and headed upstairs. My need to get dressed was driven by the danger of Mr. Wriggly deciding to get up a head of steam and show through my jogging bottoms since I had no restraining underwear on. In the bedroom, I grabbed slacks and a shirt/jumper combination that looked business casual and popped on some shoes. Glancing in the mirror I discovered that my hair was sticking out at every angle. Perfect. Momentarily angry at myself for not checking my appearance before opening the door, I thought instead that it spoke volumes about
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Nice hair...LOL
