You may recall last week Lowi told you a story of how she stole my clothes. Although I think she may have referred to it as me leaving them behind. I am sure that’s semantics to her but those details matter.
While the first part of how I left them on the bathroom is true enough, she failed to mention that days before I left she coveted my well-worn velour loungewear and hard-earned 5K race T-shirt.
She snuggled up next to me on the sofa when I was wearing them and it wasn’t because she’d missed me. So while she would like you to believe that she was surprised at her windfall, I think she was doing some sort of “forget your clothes” incantation while I was there.
It’s possible she put a spell on me “suggesting” I leave my clothes on the bathroom floor.
Now I am also known for having a bad habit of leaving my clothes on the bathroom so you may think it was a coincidence. But since we lived together for quite some time she knows how to make it look like an accident but it actually be a sinister plan on her part.
She did, in fact, try to “replace” my pants with her Victoria’s Secret guilt gift. But it’s fair to say they weren’t as good as the originals because she still has my T-shirt and pants and I don’t have the replacements anymore.
I have a bit more proof that this was all part of her master plan. Much like you never see Clark Kent and Superman in the same room, interestingly, in all the times I’ve visited her I’ve never seen her wear those clothes. And yet she wears them often enough that she had to wait for them to dry to take a photo last week. Coincidence? I think not.
Sunshine & Sarcasm,
Lowi & G