Sigh

The following story is really embarrassing, but also incredibly representative of my life.

I have been missing my black hoodie for weeks. It is pretty light, good for warm days, and one of the only things I own that isn't some shade of brown. I've been really irritated that I lost it.

This morning I went in my closet to choose a shirt when my camelback, which was hanging from the door frame to dry, fell on my head. I turned to look at the camelback and then the door, where I discovered THREE hoodies hanging on the door. Including the black one.

Argghhh.

It has been there for weeks, because whilst in a fit of cleaning rage, I hung my hoodies nicely up where I could find them.

Ha!