Where is everything?

Don’t get me wrong, I love the help.  But, God, where is he putting everything?  My husband, bless him after ten long years of me asking, yelling, screaming,has finally started to pitch in.  Problem, I can’t find anything anymore.  Silverware, mixed in with the baking tools, my socks in with the kids stuff.  This morning’s newest missing item, my freaking underwear.  I have looked in the dirty laundry, incase I am mistaken and have not done it, but no, sans underwear.  There are perfectly clean underwear somewhere in this house and I cannot find them! Uggg. Again, where did he put them.  I  ask this out loud for a sound reason; if I ask him, I run the risk of sounding like I am complaining and I do not like where that road leads, God knows, I am a frequent traveller, and would greatly like to bypass such on ramps to annoyanceville.

~Looking for trouble?