Sleeping In Da Pink

Where is that blasted tee?!

I know I hung it up to dry. I know, I know, I know I did... for sure! Heck, I can boldly promise you that I did lah. I saw it with my own eyes and felt it with my own two hands. I'd almost guarantee it – hand over heart – in half a heartbeat if it really came down to it. I KNOW where that tee is supposed to be even right NOW.

But it isn't where it's supposed to be.
WHY!? Darn it, how to go to bed liddat!?

ROAR!!!

WHY can't I find it, and WHY can't I
just go to bed without finding it!?

Grrr.

I'm so anal it kills me. Stupid pink tee.