Dear Ann Landers, ell Lady Godiva she's not crazy and she's not alone. I've been doing my housework in my birthday suit for 20 years. I consider myself normal and intelligent. As a bride I was forever sewing torn seams and restitching pockets which had caught on knobs. One day I took off my housedress when I got soaked to the skin. (A frying pan plopped into the dishwater.) I so enjoyed the feeling of freedom that I've been cleaning house in the nude ever since. I can report only one minor mishap. Several months ago while iron-ing a bedsheet I stood a little too close to the board and burned my stomach. Nothing serious-just painful. Please warn the girls. -Me, In the Flesh
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Dear Readers, , so that when he lay on his back and snored the horn would blow and wake him up. Maybe I’m crazy but the sound of my husband snoring is the sweetest music in all the world. When I hear that familiar snore I know he’s at home where he belongs-and all is well. Not only do I love to hear him snore but I love to look at his face when he’s asleep. You know, Ann, men are a lot like little boys, and when they sleep their hair is all tousled, and their faces are angelic and innocent. When my husband is asleep he looks so much like our 5-year-old son that it tickles me. Of course I’d never let him know, so please don’t give me away by printing my initials or the name of my city. Just call me. HUSBAND WATCHER THE ANN LANDERS ENCYCLOPEDIA 1137
