Random thought: I have a favorite shirt, it is just my size, fits me perfectly and I think my husband threw it away. Yes, he hates it, jealous. I am actually really freaking out.
WAIT HERE .... I am going to look for it.
BACK and shirt still missing.
Crap, it is gone. Really this was a fabulous shirt. Totally thread bare, and really really really soft. It was from 1990 - how do I know? Because it has the date on the shirt.
Sunday to do list: find my shirt, tear the whole house apart til I find it - unless my husband threw it away.