Unlike a few weeks ago, this morning I went to the closet with no idea what I wanted to wear to church.  As I perused my options, lo and behold, there was my black skirt.  The one I couldn't find when I wanted it.  The one that was not there two weeks ago.  I would swear my life on it. 

So I wore it.

The end.

1 comment:

crystal b. said...

That exact same thing happened to me!! The only thing in my closet that fits. I found it weeks later in my husband's closet. :) I'm still trying to figure out how it got in there.

Yes, that Mrs. Meers. Shoo-show, shoo-show!