Before the time of memory
Oct. 5th, 2005
This is a story that I don't remember, because it happened before I could. When I was a youngin', my mom and I were over visiting one of her friends. I've been told that I had to use the bathroom, was sent in alone, and when I finally came out I said..
"Look Mom, there's slippers under the sink! And they come in all sorts of sizes!"
Apparently I'd found the friend's stash of (luckily unused) feminine napkins, and had stuck some to my feet.
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