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Wasting time

Last night, to kill the time between driving up to Dads so my husband could ride the motorcycle home and when traffic died down, we went shopping. I picked out about a dozen shirts and some jeans for my hubby and sent him packing off to the fitting room. All fit, and most he liked. So he's finally going to get rid of the shirts with holes in them. Finally.