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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 74 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

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