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  • She calls herself Lauren but is also known as Mom, Gramma, Lar, and, once upon a time, Peach.
    An ex-suburbanite who moved to the wilds of the Sonoran Desert and decided to raise fiber animals, fowl creatures, 3 halflings, and one pint-sized farmer without a clue as to how. Join Lauren as she learns how to file alpaca teeth, shear a horny goat, raise 3 teenagers and 1 grandchild while cooking dinner and doing the laundry with her other six arms.

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August 28, 2007



I would keel over and die from the hilarity if my husband told me he wanted to wash his loins (assuming he wasn't talking about a pork dinner, and maybe even then). Goofball husbands are the best.


SURELY you have enough of that yarn left to make one for the kitchen, too. Or are you worried that they might get mixed up in the wash? Nah, that wouldn't bother you; you have house fowl, for goodness sake!

Nancy K.

my Dear Lauren, only YOU could turn a post about a knitted DISH CLOTH (all-be-it a "Ball Band" dishcloth) into a lusty, fantasy provoking , soft-core porn innuendo.

I'm SO glad that you're feeling better...keep it up!!


Don't know which is funnier --- the fact that I haven't heard the term "warshcloth" in a coon's age --- or the thought that there are still loins in the world (other then pork loins, that is)! Hunky Hubby is obviously a keeper --- anyone who loves his loins enough to have a special warshcloth, must truly love the wife who knits 'em!


Thanks for the visual!!!

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