Remember when I said I lost my favorite new pair of boyfriend jeans?
Well, I found them.
Want to guess where?
Not in the hamper.
Not in Nick’s dresser. Not in a suitcase.
No. Nowhere “normal” that I would think to look for them.
They were under our bed.
I guess when your dog likes to run through your bedroom looking like this –
– grabbing shoes and clothes while she’s on her super-fast-run-as-quick-as-you-can tour of the room, nothing is safe.
She somehow grabbed them off the floor, flung them under the bed, and they stayed there for over a month until I thought to check.
Welcome to my world.