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Mickey Shorts

I am still pondering the trip post--hmm, should it be a synopsis or a full-blown tale telling? While I am working on it, here is the Mickey Shorts Potholder I picked up. It is particularly useless as a potholder but very cute as a souvenir. Daughter #1 thought it was Mickey Ass, but I'm afraid it's Mickey crotch instead.

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Gina said…
Welcome back! Nothing like a little Mickey crotch to start the day!
11:04 AM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
Well whatever, it looks cute. No a synopsis will not do, Robyn, not at all. We want DETAILS, bare and base.
12:13 PM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
Cute!!!

Anything you feel like sharing about your trip would be great.
2:23 PM
Anonymous said…
This is hilarious Robyn and such a refreshing change from the usual Mickey ears - I had a pair of those when I was little and I watched that fellow with the guitar on the Mickey Mouse Club on Television every day. TV was very new to Australia then, I think it started in 1956 but my grandmother had a new set in about 1958 I think. We were one of the few households to have one. My grandmother was very big on world cruises and I think she must have collected the Mickey ears on one of her trips.
Looking forward to hearing all about your trip and especially the bits about bus trips and peppermints!
2:27 PM
dive said…
Hee hee.
A Mickey's crotch pot holder!
That's wonderful Robyn.
With its scary button eyes and its little smile made from … er … I'd rather not think of that!
4:02 PM
Old Knudsen said…
thats funny, it goes with all the sex rings they are uncovering, very crotch orientated.
3:36 AM
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