I looked in the linen cupboard at the cottage but didn't see them. Maybe I took them home for the winter to wash 'em? A cursory inspection of my slightly-less-than-tidy linen cupboard at home yielded no matching sheets. *sigh* I hate losing things.
This means two things:
- I won't rest until I find those gosh-darned sheets. When I lose something, I become obsessed with finding the lost thing. It nags at me and makes me crazy. -er. Crazier. Every time I see a bed sheet I'll clench my jaw and say "Ooooo... those darned missing sheets! Where are they!?"
- I'm going to have to empty out my entire linen closet, clean, and restock it to try to locate the missing sheets.
I was perfectly content to turn a blind eye to the condition of my linen closet, but there's no avoiding it now. The sheets must be found.
Honestly. How do you lose a set of sheets!?
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