The More I Clean, the More Things I Lose...
Which should tell you something.
My house eats things. It's the ONLY explanation. I mean, how can my earbuds have disappeared when I never take them out of the room? I'd have Eli's stomach X-rayed if I suspected him, but he by far prefers money and paper napkins.
Oh, and I'd sure like to know what happened to my iPod connector.
And my brown Birkie sandals.
My favorite hoody.
A bottle of onion flakes.
My union contract.
Eli's new rabies tag.
A box of Keurig coffee I was going to take to work.
My brain?
My house eats things. It's the ONLY explanation. I mean, how can my earbuds have disappeared when I never take them out of the room? I'd have Eli's stomach X-rayed if I suspected him, but he by far prefers money and paper napkins.
Oh, and I'd sure like to know what happened to my iPod connector.
And my brown Birkie sandals.
My favorite hoody.
A bottle of onion flakes.
My union contract.
Eli's new rabies tag.
A box of Keurig coffee I was going to take to work.
My brain?
