Inevitably in any house clothes get lost. No one knows where the random sock goes or the wayward tee shirt. They just go away to wherever it is these things go. Admittedly it is maddening. And since last week we haven't been able to find one of Britton's pajama shirts. Now, she's only got three pair of pajamas at any given time, and given pee spill-overs or weekend breakfast mayhem they get dirty pretty quickly. So to lose one set because of a lost shirt is beyond aggravating.
So you can imagine my surprise upon opening the hub's dry cleaning to see.....
THE PAJAMA SHIRT. Beautifully pressed, stretched across an adult hanger, just hanging there like it's no big deal. I did a double take as I'm fairly certain no one expects to see a child's pajama shirt in their dry cleaning. And oddly enough, the dry cleaner cleaned it! There's a pajama shirt amidst ties and dress shirts and slacks, and I guess they didn't think anything of it.
And look at this - they charged me $3.97 FOR A BLOUSE. We're getting really creative in descriptions here people.
The whole thing defies explanation. Maybe it's a full moon tonight?
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