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Some People Call It Fluff...  I know that it fascinates me. Where does this lint come from? What? Is my bellybutton the biological equivalent of the lint trap on the cloths dryer? Is this lint a fragment of the fabrics that I’ve worn all day? Is this tuft of lint the conglomeration of fibers from fabrics from off of my entire body that somehow got sucked into the apparent vortex that is my bellybutton?  And don’t all of you fill the guestbook acting like you’ve never pulled lint from your navel. I know this is not an experience unique to just me. So I pull this fluff out every morning and I swear that at the end of a month I’ve pulled out enough fuzz so that I could knit a sweater if I wanted. What I don’t understand is for all this wool; my cloths don’t look any smaller? I mean, shouldn’t my cloths be smaller by the amount of the textile removed from my abdomen?! Shouldn’t I be missing at least one sweater every month?! I’m actually thinking about getting my belly button pierced. The only reason I want to do that is so that I can use the belly button ring as a lint trap holder. Maybe I could put a little fan and one of those HEPA filters on it. You know, keep my whole belly sort of "shower fresh".  So if you come over the house one Friday for a margarita and you notice that I’m wearing a multicolored sweater that looks like a mixture of all the other cloths that I’ve ever worn, you know that I’ve broken down and begun re-knitting my sweaters. Billo ----------------- |
