Dear Ann Landers,


Dear Ann,
Tell Lady Godiva she's not crazy and she's not alone. I've been doing my housework in my birthday suit for twenty 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 ironing a bed sheet, 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 Dear You: Sorry about your stomach. Take note, Jaybirds. Other hazards of prancing about unclothed are described in the next letter from Louisville.