I bought this really cute little top to give my brother-in-law’s girlfriend’s daughter (too complicated? “My best friend’s sister’s boyfriend’s brother’s girlfriend heard from this guy who knows this kid who’s going with this girl…”) for Christmas. When I went to wrap it tonight, it was not in the closet where I’ve been keeping all my holiday purchases. I tore that closet apart and the damn thing is nowhere to be found. I’ve come up with two possibilities:
1) The kittens got ahold of it and hid it somewhere. This may seem like a longshot, but Jethro in particular is fond of stealing things and hiding them. I have no idea where any of my pens are.
2) The Merry Maids took it when they were here cleaning over the weekend. But, as Hawk points out, we have much nicer stuff laying around, and why would they risk getting caught and losing their jobs over a kid’s t-shirt? I have no idea, all I know is, I can’t find the fucking shirt.
I’m sure this will be one of those things where a month from now I’ll open some drawer and there it will be, but for now I’m baffled. I HATE misplacing things. It makes me feel like I’m going insane, and I have enough in my life that makes me feel crazy, I don’t need the additional bother of losing a ten dollar t-shirt somewhere within the five rooms of my house to add to that.
