A few weeks ago Doug and I found ourselves wrapped up in a war. I really don't even know how it got started, but after folding laundry one day a stray dryer sheet somehow ended up in my shoe. Huh. I found it when I sat down at work and realized my shoe just wasn't fitting right. Lo and behold, Doug had shoved it in there who knows how many days before. Retaliations then caused the discovery of dryer sheets in Doug's sneakers, the pocket of my jeans, Doug's scripture case, my black heels, and so on.
Things had been quiet for a few days, so I wondered if perhaps we'd moved on. But as I was getting ready for work today, I found this:
Nice. And this time it was 2 dryer sheets. So, Douglas, the battle wages on. And wouldn't you love to know where you can find 3 dryer sheets right now... SUCKER!