My landlady's granddaughter had surgery yesterday, so we got to take care of her parent's dog while they were in the city with her. Turns out the puppy is a rampant laundry thief. One minute I'm petting him, the next he's blazing through the house with a pair of my freshly washed (and still drying) underwear in his grinning teeth. Try explaining that to your landlady. I could only laugh as she casually handed the clothes back to me. Talk about a Marley and Me moment.
On a completely unrelated note, I am now sporting two lovely papercuts on my index fingers from folding countless leveled readers for my first graders. Were three copies of "Maddy Loves to March" worth it? Only time will tell.