Oh good you found her sock. This is what my daughter’s text
reads, after I send her the picture of the blurry sock. But, alas,
not such happy news for Mr. Fix-it. Somehow, a favorite
T-shirt of his has gone missing. I have watched him multiple
times, shuffle through his hanging clothes. So the other morning he
said, Have you seen my favorite blue t-shirt? I spent a bit of time
checking the back of the car, the coat rack, behind the washing machine.
He gets a bit sad of heart over things like this…
Even so, I’m not holding out any hope for a picture text of his T-shirt.
Oh no! It’s one thing when a sock goes missing, but a whole t-shirt? I would be sad too, especially if it was one of my favorites.
I know. It’s nuts and it was a favorite.