The Case of the Traveling Shorts
Some recent events have had me digging through old e-mails to find a particular e-mail so I wouldn’t have to rewrite the story. This particular e-mail was written to family and friends about a year ago. Kris and I are, at times, easily entertained and it makes for cheap entertainment.
June 6, 2004:
A few weeks ago, Kris was telling me about a pair of shorts that she used to have that had simply worn out because she liked them and wore them so much. Well, it turns out that I had several pairs of shorts like that and I no longer wear them. I dug them out and gave them to her. She tried them all on but only liked one pair.
Now, I have this philosophy that when given something, you don’t give it back just because you don’t like it. But, yes indeed, these two rejected pairs of shorts landed on my bed a short time later. In the course of cleaning up, I returned The Shorts to her by hanging them on a hook behind her door. She saw them not too long after that and they ended up hanging on a hook on my closet door. I bided my time and when I had a chance, I took them back to her bathroom and hung them back on the hooks, but this time under a jacket hanging there. I thought that this would surely give a little bit of respite to the Traveling Shorts beings that this is not jacket weather.
I saw nothing of them for several days but, as it would happen, this was a New Jacket and when Jolene came over several nights ago, Kris insisted that Jolene try on the Jacket. I suppose that is when she found them.
On Friday night, I decided to get a jump-start on my washing and was digging my dresses out of the hamper and “What’s this?” You’ve guessed it!! The Shorts were stuffed down in the bottom of my hamper. I chuckled to myself and pulled them out and finished loading my washer. Kris hadn’t come home from work yet so I went in search of a place for The Shorts. I looked behind the door and on the same set of hooks was her school backpack. “Aha!” I thought. “She won’t need that thing until August so they can rest comfortably for a few months at least.” The backpack was open so I just stuffed them inside, not wanting to disturb the thing and alert her.
Then yesterday, of all things, while we were sewing, Kris was redrawing a pattern. Much to her frustration, nothing would seem to write on the pattern fabric. “I need a No. 2 pencil!” she said. “Do you have a No. 2 pencil?” I couldn’t remember having seen a No. 2 pencil recently and told her so. “I think I have one in my backpack,” she said, much to my dismay. “Please let the pencils be in the front pocket,” I thought, hoping that she wouldn’t look inside the backpack. I sat there giggling to myself, pretty sure that she would find the shorts. It wasn’t long until I heard a high-pitched hysterical giggle coming from the direction of her bathroom. I lost any composure that I had hopes of maintaining, had she not found them. She came heehawing into the sewing room with admonitions of what should and should not be done with shorts.
She has now done some unknown thing with The Shorts. I’m keeping my eyes open for them without sending an all-out full-scale search party for them. No telling where or when they will appear. And the ironic thing? The No. 2 pencil wouldn’t write on the fabric either!!
End of e-mail.
I’m not sure exactly what all transpired with The Shorts for a while but I found them earlier this year under my bed. I left them where I found them for a period of time, mostly because I kept forgetting to do something with them when Kris was out of the house. One day I told Jolene to go look under my bed, so she was aware that I had found them. We had a quiet giggle together and tried to scheme about where to hide them next.
I finally remembered them one day when I arrived home from work earlier than Kris. I decided that it was time to split them up and hide them in two separate places. I folded them neatly and placed one pair under a trunk at then end of her bed and the other pair was placed under the cushion on the chair in her room.
Fast forward to Monday, May 30, 2005:
Monday was Memorial Day and I tackled the big project of cleaning out my closet. Kris had decided that it was time to take her ancient bed with the broken end and exchange the frame for another one that we had in the attic. In the course of moving things around, she had to move the trunk at the end of the bed and, of course, found The Shorts. I was entirely occupied in my room when suddenly I found myself being flogged from behind with none other than The Shorts. She admonished me soundly, pitched them on my bed, and returned to her room.
I was hoping she had forgotten that there were two pair because I didn’t want her searching for the other pair. The rest of the week was quite peaceful until the following Saturday. I had purchased a cabinet to house our towels in the bathroom and spent a good portion of the afternoon assembling it. (I could tell them a thing or two about writing assembly direction!)
At one point I needed the hammer but it was nowhere to be found. So I made do and pounded away with a screwdriver for a while. Then Jolene happened to be coming over for something so I told her to bring one of Mom’s hammers. I was almost completely done with the cabinet when, once again, I found myself being flogged from behind with… Pair Number Two.
Sigh! She just couldn’t leave well enough alone. Here I no longer needed the hammer (which is still lost) but she just had to keep searching and lifted the cushion on her chair and beheld The Other Location.
Maybe I’ll stick them into the bag I have destined for Goodwill. Maybe I won’t. : )
June 6, 2004:
A few weeks ago, Kris was telling me about a pair of shorts that she used to have that had simply worn out because she liked them and wore them so much. Well, it turns out that I had several pairs of shorts like that and I no longer wear them. I dug them out and gave them to her. She tried them all on but only liked one pair.
Now, I have this philosophy that when given something, you don’t give it back just because you don’t like it. But, yes indeed, these two rejected pairs of shorts landed on my bed a short time later. In the course of cleaning up, I returned The Shorts to her by hanging them on a hook behind her door. She saw them not too long after that and they ended up hanging on a hook on my closet door. I bided my time and when I had a chance, I took them back to her bathroom and hung them back on the hooks, but this time under a jacket hanging there. I thought that this would surely give a little bit of respite to the Traveling Shorts beings that this is not jacket weather.
I saw nothing of them for several days but, as it would happen, this was a New Jacket and when Jolene came over several nights ago, Kris insisted that Jolene try on the Jacket. I suppose that is when she found them.
On Friday night, I decided to get a jump-start on my washing and was digging my dresses out of the hamper and “What’s this?” You’ve guessed it!! The Shorts were stuffed down in the bottom of my hamper. I chuckled to myself and pulled them out and finished loading my washer. Kris hadn’t come home from work yet so I went in search of a place for The Shorts. I looked behind the door and on the same set of hooks was her school backpack. “Aha!” I thought. “She won’t need that thing until August so they can rest comfortably for a few months at least.” The backpack was open so I just stuffed them inside, not wanting to disturb the thing and alert her.
Then yesterday, of all things, while we were sewing, Kris was redrawing a pattern. Much to her frustration, nothing would seem to write on the pattern fabric. “I need a No. 2 pencil!” she said. “Do you have a No. 2 pencil?” I couldn’t remember having seen a No. 2 pencil recently and told her so. “I think I have one in my backpack,” she said, much to my dismay. “Please let the pencils be in the front pocket,” I thought, hoping that she wouldn’t look inside the backpack. I sat there giggling to myself, pretty sure that she would find the shorts. It wasn’t long until I heard a high-pitched hysterical giggle coming from the direction of her bathroom. I lost any composure that I had hopes of maintaining, had she not found them. She came heehawing into the sewing room with admonitions of what should and should not be done with shorts.
She has now done some unknown thing with The Shorts. I’m keeping my eyes open for them without sending an all-out full-scale search party for them. No telling where or when they will appear. And the ironic thing? The No. 2 pencil wouldn’t write on the fabric either!!
End of e-mail.
I’m not sure exactly what all transpired with The Shorts for a while but I found them earlier this year under my bed. I left them where I found them for a period of time, mostly because I kept forgetting to do something with them when Kris was out of the house. One day I told Jolene to go look under my bed, so she was aware that I had found them. We had a quiet giggle together and tried to scheme about where to hide them next.
I finally remembered them one day when I arrived home from work earlier than Kris. I decided that it was time to split them up and hide them in two separate places. I folded them neatly and placed one pair under a trunk at then end of her bed and the other pair was placed under the cushion on the chair in her room.
Fast forward to Monday, May 30, 2005:
Monday was Memorial Day and I tackled the big project of cleaning out my closet. Kris had decided that it was time to take her ancient bed with the broken end and exchange the frame for another one that we had in the attic. In the course of moving things around, she had to move the trunk at the end of the bed and, of course, found The Shorts. I was entirely occupied in my room when suddenly I found myself being flogged from behind with none other than The Shorts. She admonished me soundly, pitched them on my bed, and returned to her room.
I was hoping she had forgotten that there were two pair because I didn’t want her searching for the other pair. The rest of the week was quite peaceful until the following Saturday. I had purchased a cabinet to house our towels in the bathroom and spent a good portion of the afternoon assembling it. (I could tell them a thing or two about writing assembly direction!)
At one point I needed the hammer but it was nowhere to be found. So I made do and pounded away with a screwdriver for a while. Then Jolene happened to be coming over for something so I told her to bring one of Mom’s hammers. I was almost completely done with the cabinet when, once again, I found myself being flogged from behind with… Pair Number Two.
Sigh! She just couldn’t leave well enough alone. Here I no longer needed the hammer (which is still lost) but she just had to keep searching and lifted the cushion on her chair and beheld The Other Location.
Maybe I’ll stick them into the bag I have destined for Goodwill. Maybe I won’t. : )
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