C is for Crazy

“C” is for crazy. Sometimes I describe my life and I think it sounds crazy, but then I realize, compared to what?

I’m caught up, Mr. Cavanaugh. Thanks for another awesome Challenge.

B is for Boxers in More Ways than One

“B” is for boxers. You know like the dog.

The first dog I ever lived with was a boxer.

She had no tail so she wagged her whole body. She was a licky dog. She was always licking her muzzle nervously, more so when she was excited to see you.

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“B” is also for boxers. You know the shorts, you may wear under your grown up pants.

I know a few ladies who like to sew and they’ve taken to sewing me and my brother-in-laws boxers every year for the holidays.

So far, I’ve collected boxers with bowling pins, coffee beans and mugs, and stars.

Here’s the pattern my lovely mother-in-law uses:
First Choice Boxers

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