Today I met this very paranoid person in the laundry room. He was quite upset that I took his clothes out of the dryer that had stopped 10 minutes ago and folded then. He was upset that I touched them. And for the record, his clothes weren't anything special and I never once sniffed the crotch of anything. Never mind that they were clean and I have no sense of smell, that ain't my thang.
The Fine Print: I touched my husband's clean clothes, took them out of the dryer, and folded them today too, becuase I figured once you're headed for Hell you might as well make a trip of it. He was disappointed I didn't run them between my legs or rub them up against my naked breasts. Patterned papers by DCWV, border punch by Martha, frog stamps by Inky Antics, greeting by Hero Arts, scalloped squares by Marvy. Crap how many weridos do you think the words "sniffed the crotch," "naked breasts" and irrationally paranoid" are going to bring to my blog? What the heck, the more the merrier!