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I have spent my years in France resisting the temptation to play tennis wearing short skirts, which barely cover your bottom  or figure hugging shorts that definitely don't.  Not a difficult decision for me.  It was hot the other day so we decided to play tennis on the outside courts, which are situated in a public park full of children, joggers, dog walkers etc.  My tennis partner arrived wearing cut offs and a tee shirt.    I turned to her to ask which end she wanted to play and she was standing there in her underwear.  I looked across at the two men playing on the adjacent court.  They waved, said bonjour, and didn't seem to notice I was standing next to someone in  tiny bikini pants and a very revealing bra.  I turned back as my tennis partner was putting on the smallest skirt you could wear without it being a handkerchief, and an even smaller crop top.  She might just as well as stayed in her underwear.

I went into the courtyard this morning to powerwash it, a spring job that leaves me covered in dirt and completely wet.  As I put the plug in the outside socket I wondered why the macon couldn't have done that instead of going inside the house and unplugging both freezers and the fridge.


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