Yesterday I had to go out. And of course I couldn't find any of my bras. Anywhere. I searched the entire house. Multiple times.
My friend Kris from church was on the phone with me, in paroxysms of glee because of my ranting about my bra.
And I said to her, "You know, Kris, if I were still a Catholic, I could just pray to St. Antho..HOLY COW THERE IT IS!!!"
Boom. Say the man's name, and your bra appears. In a place you looked at LEAST three times.
hitchhiker has a theory that Tony steals stuff just so he can take credit for returning it when we get around to begging.
I think he's right. :P