This is a sample guest message. Register a free account today to become a member! Once signed in, you'll be able to participate on this site by adding your own topics and posts, as well as connect with other members through your own private inbox!
It appears that losing things is hereditary. My mom misplaced some fabric and I helped her look for it when finally it was found next to the quilt she is working on.
I am missing some fucking socks and I am not ammused by it.
I have 4 pair of nice wool socks and I have only 1 of each WTF
How the hell does that happen?
I just had them a week ago.
I am going to wear them mis matched because they are warm.
I've got a few laminate floors so I got this dust mop thing for cleaning laminate floors--like a home version of the thing the janitor uses in junior high school, only with terry cloth on the other side to use with Windex or something. Well you gotta take that thing off and wash it once in awhile. And when I was pouring concrete I needed a "bull float" so I was going to use the dust mop assembly to mount my board on. I wound up not using it but now I have no idea where the mop part went. I pulled it off and chucked it somewhere so I could wash it but God knows where.