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Sunday morning, we were getting all of our winter weather stuff ready and tore the house apart because we could not find my wife’s winter boots. Three pair of them, just gone. Not in any of the closets, under-bed boxes, the attic – anywhere. It’s been 3 years since we had meaningful snow, so we assumed we donated them due to lack of use. We scrambled and put in a hasty pick up order at DSW…which was cancelled about 18 minutes after placing it. We ran to The Worst Strip Mall to hit up a Dick’s location that, between 11th hour snow prep and holiday returns was its own ring of Hell, and left with a passable pair that would be fine for now and placed an order for 2 better pair that would arrive midweek, since another snow is looming next weekend. An hour or so after we got home I heard a guttural, not entirely human sound, followed by a heavy thud at the bottom of the staircase. This was, of course, the bag containing all 3 “missing” pairs of boots, which had been in the very back of an armoire drawer under all the sheets for the 2nd bedroom. I don’t think it was my doing but I apologized anyway, just to be safe. So now she has 4 pair in the house and 2 more coming tomorrow.

It’s a net win for society that there are no children exposed to this lunacy.

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