I lost a loaf of French bread.
I don’t know where it is. It’s actually been missing a couple of days, it’s just still puzzling me. I know I bought it, and I remember taking it with the other things to the car. I remember it being in the car when I was unpacking groceries. I don’t really remember taking it inside, but that’s not so odd.
At first, I figured I’d left it in the car somehow. Since it wasn’t going to spoil in this weather, I left it overnight. But it isn’t in the car. It isn’t in the house. The only thing I can figure is that I dropped it from the car to the house and either a dog carried it off or a person picked it up.
Anyway, I had spaghetti without garlic bread tonight.
The good news is, it didn’t get as bitterly cold as they said it would last night. Man, that cold really makes me ache all over.
Oh well, hope you’re all having a good evening.
