Laundry, no-smut shorts and messages from the crazy ex-girlfriend

I rolled out of bed, emptied the hamper, headed to the laundromat. I lost my underwear along the way - I bend down to pick them up and all the clothes fall away. The laundry room is a closet, not my own. I forget my detergent. I start to turn back for the soap, but lose my way. I just know someone is stealing my clothes.

I wake up.

I have never been so glad to have this house, to have a washer and dryer. Life used to be harder.

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Mall spoils for Lexi:

Knee-length gauchos: 'Mom, they swish...'

Bright, sequined gauchos; super comfy.

Mid-thigh denim shorts. Cute and she can wear them to school.

I love the Children's Place.

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Greg brought his laptop up to laundryland last night; I was folding five loads while watching The Riches. As soon as he said, 'You will never guess who just sent me a message', I knew.

Greg's crazy ex found him on the internet. I wondered when she would resurface.

I have a policy: I stay friendly with ex-boyfriends because I love my husband, and I go out of way to inquire/befriend/include their wives and children. I respect their wives. I ogle over their babies.

Many years have passed. Surely we have all grown-up, and we will laugh about her stalking tendencies funny antics when Greg and I started dating.

But CrazyExGirlfriend is, well, crazy, she doesn't know these rules. She doesn't care about these rules. She is a 39 year-old divorcee with myspace looking to date. She doesn't ask about me. She hasn't changed.

She acts like she doesn't know he is married to me, that he picked me. Then I look at Greg's bare-bones myspace page, the one he uses for his car club.

The default says he is single and doesn't want kids.

That probably didn't help.

I pray she goes away.

I don't use the word 'crazy' lightly.

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