Do you like a good mystery?
If so I wish you could do a little sleuthing around my house. It seems we have a mystery in the making.
A few months ago Mom began to tell me that some of her jeans were missing. I didn't think much about it until I caught her (on multiple occasions) taking MY jeans off the drying rack on laundry day and jetting off to her room with them. Wet jeans do have a way of all looking the same. I understand. At this point I wrote Mom's name inside her jeans so there'd be no confusion. . .Still, she was suspicious that I was the culprit behind her jeans that had gone missing.