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The nudist's wife throws him out again.
Hahahahaha.There's no way I'm going to better John's comment.That is a truly strange photo, Petrea.
Someone has lost their hangups.
Unhappy with her husband's new wardrobe, the emperor's wife thew all his new clothes on the lawn.
After careful consideration, the Emperor finally decided what to wear.
Another Craig's List score.
Conceptual art.NO MORE PLASTIC HANGERS!
Dive, c'mon, man, I'm trying to bait you!
The clothes horse has left the barn.
The Invisible Woman has trouble choosing what to wear for her husband's movie premiere.
A very, very successful yard sale!!Pascaljim
the Collins quote came to mind but I love the comment/s about the emperor's new clothes!
wow, you know, one day when I was 10, I came home and my mother threw a hissy fit about laundry. Showed me and my father how to use the laundry facilities and said "I quit" doing laundry. I'd guess someone must have cleaned up our front yard pretty well, as I never saw this mess on it!funny, I don't remember those trees or that porch at our house!
Like the hangers, I'm looking for a good line.
A giant's version of pick-up sticks.
come to think of it, the airedale I was taking care of the other day shredded a box of sheet protectors...looked kinda like this, but the plastic was a lot more flat!
Just hangin' around on a summer's day....
"One Adam-12, One Adam-12, see the lady about an explosion on her lawn at 4 Westmoreland Place. One Adam-12, One Adam-12, see the lady about an explosion on her lawn. Over and out".wv: reset...lol!
I want to know if Trish and her father ever did the laundry after the hissy fit. My mum used to have those as well. It was much nicer when she had full-time work to keep her out the house.
Ok...my first thought had to do with a woman throwing a man out of the house for God knows what infraction of marital bliss...then I saw John's post and I lost it!!!
This was fun. I love the jokes, and it was also cool that it brought up a memory for Trish, even if it was a "hissy fit" memory. You're supposed to say whatever comes to mind, right? That's great.Plus it makes my day that Dive thought the photo was "truly strange."Bellis, my mother had hissy fits, too. Think about it: women of previous generations were restricted to tedious work--women with great brains and profound powers were forced by the constraints of society to wash diapers and iron shirts! It's a wonder it isn't more common to see lawns full of hangers, and worse.Then again, if their husbands were nudists, they had other things to worry about.
Bellis---from that day forward, unless mother was feeling generous, Dad and I did our own damn laundry, thankyouverymuch. And I would have appreciated having those hangers---didn't get any of my own until I went off to college and bought 'em myself.But, John, on our current laundry days (like today), I sometimes think that being a nudist would have value--no cost of hangers, no laundry to do, no clothing to purchase...tho, apparently, it is one way to seriously piss off your wife! ;-)
I believe that the climate one lives in just might affect one's decision to become a nudist...I don't think TheChief or I will become one anytime soon!!!
The closet barfed again. It vowed never to drink on the weekend in the future.
Make no mistake, the laundry hissy fit my mother threw was shocking (and not the first, nor the last) but I never had an entire wardrobe of grey clothing from washing everything together in hot water, as some friends did when they went off to college and attempted it on their own.The picture sent me off on a thinking road...the hangers strewn make me think of all those intelligent women washing diapers and starching shirts. Their minds strewn across the lawn like 100 hangers flung, scattered in anger, frustration and loneliness. Some adult conversation is needed, something other than dungarees to wear and some excuse to wear makeup and do their hair---all comes to mind. If you listen, photos can tell a huge story. wv: humtear...the dog is cowering behind the Mercedes knowing that its owner is on a "humtear", when she flings hangers all about the yard while screaming in a high pitched voice. the dog is pretty sure it wasn't him, but using the car as a shield still seems like a good thing.
Maybe if I didn't caption any of the photos, Trish, we'd all come up with our own stories every time. It's interesting where this one sent you.I'll tell you what I think: I think someone tossed these hangers on the lawn and hosed them down to get the dust off them. It's Occam's razor. But I prefer the other stories.
not sure all of your photos are as descriptive or have the action behind them that this one does. Some, like the ones of Haha are pretty peaceful, but *can* say so much. Like the once a month pics---the changes are amazing sometimes.I've been reading a script from a friend for a book---sort of a tour thru his mother's life who went to college, got a degree, but never got to put it to work except to manage 4 kids. The ups, downs, expectations and frustrations---could all be laid out in that yard with those hangers.then again, were my husband a nudist and I owned that many hangers, I might go batshit crazy too!keep on posting pics Petrea!
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