Anyway.
On my list was laundry detergent. Swimmer girl and middle son have eczema, so our laundry detergent must be free of dyes and other allergens. The front-loading washer means it must be marked with that little HE symbol. The list of choices is narrow. It's usually All Free & Clear or Tide.
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I picked up a jug of All. I'm sure I did. Swimmer girl backs me up - we got the jug.
When we got home, I was pressed for time so I unloaded only the perishables and left the rest in the car overnight.
When I finally got around to bringing the other stuff in, you guessed it: no detergent. I didn't even miss it at first. A few days passed and someone mentioned we were running low. I asked if there was a new jug in the laundry room - nope. So I chalked it up to absent-mindedness. I thought I bought some, but apparently not. No mystery there, right?
But a few days ago, as I was pulling onto the road that leads to our house, a jug of detergent was sitting on the edge of our property. Same brand, same size as what I thought I purchased.
A little worse for wear...and about 1/4 gone. Middle son said he found it on the bank of the pond when he mowed that day; he set it out on the road in case someone came by for it. He didn't know I was missing an identical jug of the stuff.
Aside from the laundry fairy, there are two possible explanations - one is a little disappointing and the other is highly implausible.
1) Someone "borrowed" it out of my car, had a crisis of conscience and returned it.
2) By some weird stroke of epic coincidence, a jug of the same brand and size fell out of someone's vehicle going around the curve and it toppled down the slope toward the pond.
Shrug. At least I have detergent again. And I guess I'll start locking my car at night.
Happy laundering,
