113: my naked...

my daughter has a fit when i go without panties. she thinks it's gross.

i think it's medically necessary at times. and, after all the problems i've been having with finding comfortable panties, it's becoming a feel-good habit.

some days it's just too hot for a gazillion layers: panties, slip, skirt.

some days panty lines are just too obvious and down right ugly.

some days i just don't feel like finding a matching set.

and some days my cooter just needs some air.

i'm sure i'm not the only one who goes without panties sometimes.

am i???

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tallulah said…
Oh...I like going without panties, but neither my daughter or son's know about it! A little too much information for them to get grossed out about!
June 26, 2007 at 11:41 PM
Mz Nikki said…
Girl, going without panties sometimes is a good thing. Your vajayjay needs to breathe!

I go without panties some days too. My oldest thinks it's funny, but the middle girl thinks it's weird.

Meh! I gotta do me!
June 27, 2007 at 4:10 AM
Crimson Wife said…
I don't go totally commando but my DD always makes a comment on the days when I wear a thong. We're still working on the "respecting mommy's privacy" thing at our house, LOL!
July 6, 2007 at 1:37 PM
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