My head is spinning from all the breakneck-speed hope and change going on around here, so I'm taking an attitude adjustment mental detour. From this day forward, when I get a little overwhelmed in the brain, I'm just going to ponder a small Mystery of Life. Today's topic:
Why does the smallest item of laundry always wind up in one of two places: the back of the dryer so that one must insert one's complete torso into the tumbler to reach it; or, in the very front so that it falls out when one opens the door?
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I dunno the answer to THIS particular Mystery Of Life... but in a related area: I've not lost a SINGLE sock since the maid quit ten years ago. How about that? ;-)
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