My mother just visited on her way to San Diego, which made me insanely happy as not only was I glad to see her but she bought me food and brought me the rest of my linens. So the bag of linens sat on my floor for twenty-four hours, while I was too lazy to go through it or even move it.
Today when I got home a sign on my door announced that the 'house-keeper' would be vacuuming my room this afternoon and that I had to remove anything from my floor by one. What a hassle. So I let myself in and decided that I'd put the bag of linens on the top shelf that is barely within reach, even when I stand on a chair. First, though, I decided to go through the bag as I knew there was an ice cream scoop somewhere within. I pulled the towels out and was rather confused to see cream fabric mixed in with my crisp new white sheets. So I pulled out the cream fabric only to find myself holding two shirts. What kind of shirts? Ariel's typical elastic in the neck and wrist, smockesque, can work for anything shirts. Is this Gail's way of telling me I'll never escape the hold Ariel has over my soul? It's a tad bit creepy.
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