a case for the scoobies
I was very late for work this morning because after doing the dreaded laundry last night, I awoke this morning to discover that all my bras are missing.
I have come up with five possibilities for this:
1. I left them at the laundromat
2. They fell out of the laundry bag on my way home and are now strewn all over the street.
3. Hubby hid them because he is pissed at me for screaming at him (NB: he totally deserved it)
4. A pervert stole them.
I went to the store on the way home from the laundromat to get a drink and had to leave the cart unattended for a minute - an opportunistic pervert could have rifled through the bag and took them.
5. They are actually there somewhere but I missed them.
Admittedly, I did also lose my sunglasses in my apartment last night and have been suffering from some extreme intermittent PMS induced loon attacks in the last week whose symptoms theoretically I suppose could also include forgetfulness, hallucinations and/or underwear theft paranoia.
Still, in any case, bra loss (or theft) is extremely VEXING.
In my desperation, I was forced to sport one of my C grade push up padded numbers today and being a gal who by no means needs padding or pushing up, I feel a tad..."conspicuous".