Found (the hat) in the sleeve of my suede jacket.
Left at our house after one of those empty nest dinners.
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Found (the hat) in the sleeve of my suede jacket.
Left at our house after one of those empty nest dinners.
The hat is mine — from Ecuador. Looks good on that
model!
That vibrant hat would look good anywhere. (Of course, it would leave me washed out, but never mind–IT would still look good!) And can I have first dibs on the servers if no one claims them?
Dem spoons is ours (da reflection in ’em ain’t … ). Wrap ’em in my nice, black fleece gloves an’ giv’em back someday, please.
Thats my alien. I think.
Why does it now seem like any randomly posted item from our house will turn out to be someone else’s.
Face it, some people have what other people want.
Does no one else wonder why the Ecuadoran hat was in the sleeve of M’s suede jacket?
For instance, I suppose this isn’t ours either?
And I’ll take the lamp my bowl is sitting on too. I think you should introduce the bowl to the serving spoons so they can be friends.
dear anon…yes, i did wonder how my hat (which was perched on the back of my kitchen chair last I saw….) got into M’s jacket….I suspect foul play!
I’d expect fowl play, coming from your house, BirdBrain.