Poof. Pouf? Whichever.
I keep loosing them.
You know those net things. Pretty colors. You get great suds. Most any soap. I have a new grapefruit scented body wash. So great smelling. Makes you drool…oh well, I digress.
Any way, Just bought a new one Monday.
A pink one. With a bow.
Cheap as dirt. I think a $1.50.
Sometimes they’re even cheaper. 2 for $1.
I like the softer ones.
I seem to be buying them more than most people.
For some unknown reason they disappear. Float off into pouf-land.
They not necessarily laundry-able. So they’re not anywhere near lost sock-world.
I asked everyone.
“I don’t know” “Didn’t touch your pouf, ewwww”
“Did you accidentally throw it away?”
The usual for around here. Nobody ever does nothing. Or admits it.
When the grandkids got here we were discussing it.
Oldest granddaughter looked alittle sheepish. Her mother asked her did have any news on the Poofed poufs.
Well, here you have it.
The whole sorted tale.
Her class was painting homecoming signs with the cheerleaders.
They decided pouf painting would be a good background in the school colors.
She took all she could find at her house and my house. Thinking, I guess, they were disposable.
She felt terrible.
I cannot be angry. Who am I to stand in the way of artistic homecoming signs painting?
That was clearly a imaginative way to paint signs.
I told her to ask next time.