There is one thing that drives me crazy, not has a logical explanation and I am consoled by the great know-it nientepopodimenoche Vinicio Capossela does not happen only to me: MI SPAI SOCKS !!!!!!!!!!
No! Not mine: colorful and fun with a glance I could recapture the closet.
No.
Those of him
Blacks, dark gray, dark blue than most.
All the same, taken in stock or, even worse, repurchased the same purpose (but if you already had them?? Then it is true that males do not understand the very essence of shopping!) To build the saddest and deep drawer of the entire house.
Maybe now that I realized there speak: are deletes itself!
However, joking aside so I can not understand which step in the chain: the sack of laundry-washing-drying rack-compartment cabinet waiting to be folded and re-coupling-are lost.
here ... and sorry-the recoupling / folders I have to open another parenthesis: This step is strictly entrusted to him because I might go crazy!
"but did not see that this is 2 tones lighter?" "Noooo, but this is obviously to be coupled with that other: it has three microns board to boot!" Emme, but they do not are the same .... If you come under the microscope easier to see the microwear of the heel that makes it unlike the other! "
said it seems that I live with a pain in the neck. Not so. You can see that he, like all males, things in his single-issue socks that "we humans could not even imagine!
Closed parentheses.
... what was I saying??
Ah yes! I do not know where in the chain has a flaw and the sock disappears!
do not understand.
I even set up a little bag (delicious among other things, is not Yamamay ... short statement that the prison!) that serves as a reception center awaiting the spouse lisle disappeared. Do not you deny it often becomes a home, but, but ... sometimes they return.
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Yeah! Mysteries of life!
Anyway my dear lost a lot, too many things ... I am in pole position after the socks to wear:
· glasses and I get nervous as hell when I do not remember where they I have made. Viziaccio I have to put them on the head or "locked" to your shirt and when I start to feel orba key brain and do not find that part of the paranoia! Come on, put yourself in my shoes: a poor short-sighted to look for in a blurry world !
· The mobile phone: very bad, "you do me play?")
Some time ago in an episode of Sex and the City on I-hated-Berger (trooooppo bad when your partner is jealous of your success and is not on your side) notes that Carrie New York, on the street, you can find lots of playing cards so much that he lost to collect a bunch ricomporne Well ... 'I'm done monkey (yes, I know I'm a bit' too easily influenced!) and I started to make my case agl'oggetti abandoned Milan.
Here, apart from my father in law's house after 7 ½ Christmas cards do not move but ...
TATADADAN-TATADADAN:
myriad of gloves (s) lost populate the streets. Many, all except mine. So I adopted the method of male socks: I buy many, equal, blacks and recoupling them at will!
my background music: "Heaven socks " Vinicio Capossela
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