Last week we had the mysterious disappearance of one of Keith's socks. I swore it was on top of the folded clothes I carried back into the bedroom from the laundry room.
We looked everywhere we could think of. I kept telling Keith it was bound to reappear & we have kept, what we thought was a watchful eye out for it.
This morning while I was in bed reading Keith started to walk into the bedroom, stopped & asked if I had found the sock yet. He then said for me to stand in front of him and look for it. "Hiding" in plain sight was the sock which had fallen on top of a metal rabbit in front of my dresser.
I still needed Keith to point out the exact location to me.
