05May22: my little helper…

The drawstring came out of these pants when I washed them.

Andy, of course, was interested in “helping” me.

I eventually discouraged Andy! Gad!

It took effort, but centimeter by centimeter, I eventually pushed the drawstring through.

Andy noticed the drawstring before I noticed Andy. He was ready to “help” me again.


After all the time and effort it took to get that drawstring back in my pants, there was no way I was going to let Andy get near it. Sorry, Andy. Go ahead and pout.