Saturday Night Follies

Don't let anyone tell you girls and their P.E. uniforms are any better than boys and theirs. Now, I don't have a son, but I did have a football playing brother. I remember the smell. I hadn't smelled that smell for quite some time; not until I undid BrownBear's PE uniforms to throw in the washer. Good golly - what's going on in that gym? I found a mildewed swimsuit and all her gymclothes wrapped around it. Has she been playing in those nasty clothes?

Could my Saturday nights be any more exciting?