Recently I went in my husband's bathroom (I have to spot check it every once in a while to make sure we aren't violating any epic health codes). I noticed that his bath mat was missing.
I asked him about it and he replied, "Hmm, I don't know where it went. Maybe my brother accidentally took it home with him."
Hold the phone.
First of all, how in the name of the Martha Stewart Home Collection, could you possibly lose a bathmat?
Second of all, people don't "accidentally" take bathmats home with them, but great suggestion.
It's about 3 weeks and still no sign of the bathmat. I'm actually so confounded by the loss that I am not even mad. Kind of like when Baxter ate a whole wheel of cheese. I guess I'll be heading to Bed, Bath, and Beyond this weekend for a replacement. Will male wonders never cease?