A few days ago my husband asked me where all the towels and washcloths were located. I told him I thought we had put up all the laundry so they should be in the cabinet. He told me that there were only a handful in the cabinet and asked if I had put some of the boxes in storage that might have the towels and washcloths in them. Since I’m somewhat absent minded, I thought maybe I had stored some boxes that should have been unpacked.

After checking the storage building before work one morning, I found not one towel or washcloth. Later in the day, I mentioned that I had checked the storage and didn’t find any boxes that should have been unpacked. By now, I was curious about where all the towels and washcloths were. He asked me if I has checked the dryer at the rent house we moved from and I said that I didn’t think I had done so. So, around 8:30 or 9:00 that evening my daughter and I drove over to the rent house. We were looking around as we pulled in to see if it had been rented or to see if anybody was there. It still looked vacant.

It was kind of scary going over there to look around. The landlord people are not the most understanding folks in the world but, lucky for me, the laundry door wasn’t locked and I was able to go in and check the dryer. Guess what? I found a full load of towels and washcloths. I loaded up my daughter’s arms and told her to get in the car. We were both laughing about how we could get caught stealing our own laundry. Technically, entering an unlocked door is not breaking; however, I’d hate to have to explain that technicality to the police.