Shirt tags. You know; the brand and care instruction tags. They don’t bother me. At all.
I could have ten of them in my shirt and I wouldn’t even know they were there. They don’t itch, scratch or cause me any discomfort whatsoever.
This is not true for the rest of my family.
If the Wild Boar or the hooligans put on a shirt with a traditional-hanging-tag, they freak out until it’s removed.
The Wild Boar will use a scalpel to meticulously remove each thread of a tag until all traces of it are gone.
It’s so interesting how sensitive they are because I can’t even feel the tags! Nothing. Nada.
So tell me, is this “tag issue” widespread? Is anyone else tag-numb like me?
I definitely feel like the outsider here.
Halloween-A-Day Photo…
This a lighted-wooden witch display I purchased at Michael’s many years ago. It is roughly 2-1/2 feet tall and 2 feet wide. I like to turn it on in the evening while keeping the other lights low. Last night we read Halloween books by its light. I love it and not one bulb has ever burned out.
