As anyone who has ever been to my house can attest, the place tends to be
a total disaster pretty cluttered. We lose stuff all the time, only to find it months or even years later, after it's already been replaced.
But I have to admit that never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I'd find myself typing this sentence:
I can't find my prosthetic breast.
We've actually been making some inroads in terms of beating back the clutter. But some rooms are getting worse before they get better. And our bedroom is complete tip.
Now admittedly, I don't wear my prosthesis all that often. But there are days when I want to fly below the radar. There are clothes that just look better when they're symmetrical. And I haven't seen my fake breast for weeks.
Could I have absent-mindedly stuck it in a drawer that I haven't checked?
Could it have become mixed up in the bags of clothing destined for donation?
Could it be under the mounds of clothes yet to be sorted?
Could I have left it somewhere?
It's a mystery.
If you find it, please let me know.
Or just leave it in my mail box.
Update May 26: We found it! It was in a suitcase. In our bedroom. From a trip on which neither I nor the boob were in attendance. I think I took it off one night and too