That was weird

Whilst visiting the H clan last summer, we harassed JJ into purchasing some new D-store jammies and t-shirts for the kids with her employee discount (they were super cheap already!). Well, somehow or another, the bottoms to one set of Izzy's got misplaced. I recalled that I threw the bottoms into the laundry basket after a "EEEEEWWWWW!" moment when her pull-up leaked the previous night. And then I sorta lost track of them. The top got washed just fine....but the bottoms did not miraculously "show up" as I figured they would.

I started casually going through all the laundry bins, all the piles in the basement, the garage sale bags, and even Mary's dresser looking for those darn PJ bottoms. What the....?

Fast forward about six weeks later. That would be, um, yesterday. I am folding the latest load of the umpteen-million loads of laundry I do each week. And guess what? Yup--THERE THEY WERE.

Where the FREAK did they come from? I do NOT recall throwing them in the wash, nor putting them in the dryer. I have not seen them in ANY of the multitudes of dirty clothes piles hanging around the house. Where the heck were they, and how the heck did they manage to get CLEAN again without my knowledge? Did they hitchhike across the galaxy with the old towel and their electronic thumb?

And I don't fret so much about lost singleton socks. It happens, folks, so I just deal with it. But WHY and HOW is it that in a house where laundry is washed at LEAST four times a week--and usually EVERY DAY--is Izzy suddenly completely OUT of socks? I'm serious! All that is left in her sock drawer are the pairs of ankle socks I don't like and don't put on her. Where did the other TEN PAIRS of simple, white bobby socks GO? And why did they suddenly start disappearing the VERY WEEK of the return of the pajama bottoms!!!!!

I think I need a job just so that I have other, legitimate things to complain about.