While putting away my clean basket of socks and underwear, I found a long, white, man’s sock.
Shit. Really? I thought to myself. Boy, I move fast and don’t do laundry very often.
It has been 10 days since I broke up with Ex-boyfriend. It’s been 20 days since I last saw him. I haven’t washed socks in 20+ days. And there they were. His socks. When I saw them in my hamper 20 days ago, I remember him saying, “Could you please wash them for me?”
I growled and agreed.
I swear it looks like they’re staring at me from my bedspread, limp and reminding me that he probably wants his socks and a couple CDs back. I want my bathrobe and lotion back. AND MY COFFEE GRINDER! I just remembered. Shit, shit, shit. I’ve been using my roommate’s, but we won’t live together forever….I don’t think.
Well, that lit a fire under my ass to return each other’s items.