Bah Humbug

Last night my fiance and I had a big bah humbug session.

Here's the scenario: Last week my favorite khakis turned up missing. This week, my favorite PJs were missing... along with the sweatshirt my fiance gave me when he first got out of bootcamp 4 years ago.

Why would anyone steal my ratty old sweatshirt? While I am not one who clings to material possessions, not having that sweatshirt really upset me. It got me through many long nights in Boston without him.

So, my fiance, got angry-- for me. I got sad, he went to do something about it. He went to the laundry room we use at our apartment complex, and he rummaged. He came home about 20 minutes later with a trashbag full of our clothes. Turns out someone had decided that they wanted to use the washing machine our clothes were in and just decided to take ours out-- mid-cycle. So our clothes were thrown--wet--into the trash.

It wasn't the whole load we recovered. Who knows what we will. I got my favorite pants back, and my favorite PJs.

But not the Navy sweatshirt.

We put up a sign in the laundry room. But I have a feeling I will never see it again. I'm upset about my sweatshirt. But, at least I still have the man who used to wear the sweatshirt with me.