Last night at the gym, I saw a pile of clothes sitting next to my gym bag. Black and a greyish sweater. Exactly the colors I was wearing today. I thought it was weird that I hadn't put my clothes in my bag, but thought nothing of stuffing the clothes in my bag and coming home.
After my shower, I went to the bag to grab my bra, and I realized that the pile of clothes wasn't mine. The sweater was the same color, but the black pants actually was a dress. The bra was tiny.
My clothes were stuffed into my gym bag, where I normally put them.
My darling husband-in-four-days was kind enough to take the stolen goods back to the gym and explain that his Oxford educated lawyer fiance is a total and complete ditz.
Needless to say, my mind is elsewhere right now...