Caregiving... the things we do....
So, playing a little catch up here. One day, we went to therapy... I was wearing a red top and black uni-sex jogging pants. Bob was wearing a black top and black shorts with red trim. We get there, and as soon as we get out of the car, he says, "I'm wet". hmmmmm..... we are just in time to not be late for therapy.... so we go in. We go to the bathroom and when we come out, he is wearing the black jogging pants and I am wearing the black with red trim shorts. Fortunately, these are those double heavy shiny shorts that don't SHOW that they are wet from Walmart. I inform the therapist that I have to run a quick errand and Bob goes on into therapy. I drive home in his wet shorts, change and voila, re-appear in my 3rd outfit for the day. Now for those who wondered if they really needed to drag a change of clothes along with them, consider my story....
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