Monday, February 18, 2013

Underwear ON MY PORCH

Last night Trent took Gracie to go potty before bed. After he got inside a guy walking his dog went by. I only noticed because the dude was talking loud and his dog was pulling him in every direction.


Fast forward to this morning. I wake up and take Gracie out again. I see something sitting in the middle of our porch. I'm feeling super sleepy so I don't really care to know what it is until Gracie starts flinging it around everywhere. Typical Gracie...chipper as ever at 5:30 in the freaking morning!

In the back of my mind I'm like, "Oh my gosh! It's a dead squirrel!" So I finally run over there to see what it is....

IT'S MY UNDERWEAR! ON THE FRONT PORCH! 



I have a moment where I mentally freak out a little. My eyes dart every where to see if anyone is around. No one. No one is awake but me at this hour.

I know she didn't drag those undies out there this morning because they were cold. I think back to that dog going crazy last night right in front of our apartment. Awkward.

I want to believe that Gracie hid my underwear in the bushes and they blew out over night. That's what I would like to think. Whether or not that is what truly happened, I will never know.

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