Andrew is at camp and I’ve been writing him a letter every day. I end by pasting in a picture I hope he’ll like: our dog, Sparky, Naruto, Pokemon. So, last night, after finding a nifty picture of Naruto and Saske (if you have to ask, you don’t need to know, trust me on this), I reached for an envelope.
There were none.
Zero, nada, nothing. I couldn’t even find the loathsome lick-it-yourself-to-seal variety.
This is tragic because at the end of May (that would be this May) I bought three boxes of 45 each. 3 x 45 = 135.
I used 135 envelopes between May and July? For real? I mean, I know the super secret double probation hotdish project took a lot, but still.
135?
Unless, of course, envelopes are in collusion with socks, especially kid socks. That would explain a lot.
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Yup… they’re definitely hanging out with the socks. Somewhere there’s a big ole sock and ‘lope party… along with all those other things we put somewhere that makes sense, never to be found again.
Mine run away to find the missing papers. I think they’ve mailed themselves off somewhere…
I always find mine behind the refrigerator. Really.
Mine simply vaporize. That is the only explanation. Sigh.
There is no doubt that there is some sort of secret envelope exodus. They are never here when I need them either!