So, you know how I mentioned that all my Swiffer cloths and my broom and my dustpan all disappeared while I was in Canada despite the fact that Paul did not sweep or mop? Well, here are two other similar mysteries.
When I left on October 14th, Paul had 19 pairs of clean, white, hole free socks. (Don't ask me how I know the exact number, I have a serious counting problem.) Once I returned on December 17th and did all the laundry, Paul had 13 pairs of dingy gray socks and four singles. Yesterday I found a sock in the car (why not?) which actually matched one of the singles, so we are up to 14 pairs again, plus three singles. So that means that in two months, Paul lost two pairs of socks and three single socks. That's seven socks. That's a rate of loss of almost one sock per week! Where could they possibly be?
Now, socks are notorious for disappearing into the ether, so I -guess- that's understandable, but how about underwear? When I left, Paul had 11 pairs of underwear. When I returned? Six. Well, okay, seven, but I threw one pair away because it had such a large hole in it that it no longer served its purpose of holding stuff in. So, that's four pairs gone. Where do four pairs of underpants go in two months?!
I dunno, maybe this isn't weird to you, but I have this organization problem and I very, very rarely lose anything. So, to lose all that stuff is both baffling and irritating to me. I'm pretty sure that I may have accused Paul of cheating on me and leaving his socks and underpants at her house. I swear I was kidding though.
2 comments:
Maybe the dog ate them/dragged them someplace to continue chewing? I hate when stuff goes missing like that, it drives me crazy.
Geez, thank goodness the dog doesn't do that. She would never risk the kind of wrath I would dish out if she chewed on our stuff.
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