Sunshine Meets Rain

Just now, I all-of-the-sudden remembered a shirt that I own?owned. This is what happens when I’m forced to do homework on Friday nights – I think about all sorts of random things. Earlier I was sidetracked for fifteen minutes playing with Magoo (fish need love too) and I thought about what would happen if Magoo suddenly turned into a person like The Incredible Mr. Limpet. It would be kind of awesome and we’d talk about what life is like as a fish and if his tank was big enough, etc.

Anyway, my shirt was peachy and wonderful. I haven’t seen it in a while, so I sort of forgot about it (you know how that goes). But I just remembered it and discovered that it is no where to be found. Either someone stole it or I left it somewhere. I’m opting for the first?explanation because

1. I’m skeptical of people, All people. Especially the crazy man down the hall. I see him watching me walk down the hallways and who’s not to say he snuck into the laundry room and stole my shirt out of the washer?. I am 100% convinced that I’ve had things stolen from my checked luggage at airports and that the workers at the Namale resort in Fiji stole at least 2 of my shirts and my diamond?earrings.?

2. I rarely loose things. I like to know where my things are at all times and don’t do well with disorganization. I don’t do well with Josue’s?disorganization?either. Well in Josue’s semi-defense, it’s not that he’s disorganized, it’s that he doesn’t remember when he puts things and then doesn’t do a very good job of looking for them. Exhibit A: his wallet.?

Shirt, come back!