That's nuthin' - for THREE years, I muttered every winter about losing my favorite brown sweater. It was a perfect, warm, deep chocolate color, super-soft and incredibly flattering, the kind of thing you could dress up or wear with those favorite jeans...I was convinced I left it at an ex's and he had maliciously chosen not to tell me.
Fast forward to the part where I'm sorting through my old room at home before the move to England. I found an old laundry bag with something lumpy in it...yeah, you guessed it.
Miraculously, after one wash, it recovered from the trauma. I, however, am still being traumatized by my family's incessant reminders.
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LOL Drew, I was going to say "Did you check your ass?" It's the kind of helpful thing Husband says to me when I lose something...
That's nuthin' - for THREE years, I muttered every winter about losing my favorite brown sweater. It was a perfect, warm, deep chocolate color, super-soft and incredibly flattering, the kind of thing you could dress up or wear with those favorite jeans...I was convinced I left it at an ex's and he had maliciously chosen not to tell me.
Fast forward to the part where I'm sorting through my old room at home before the move to England. I found an old laundry bag with something lumpy in it...yeah, you guessed it.
Miraculously, after one wash, it recovered from the trauma. I, however, am still being traumatized by my family's incessant reminders.
I have lost my favorite work pants before. They either have been in the wash, or with my husband's clothes.
Check your sister's closet.
Drew and Ronnie, yup, wandered home naked.
Meg, that's hysterical! So something I would do.
Lynda, I'm going to go check now.
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