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One day a couple of weeks ago I was folding the "reds" out of the dryer and found a woman's red vest – size Medium.  HUH?  It wasn't mine and I'm the only female who lives here (if you haven't noticed).  And we hadn't recently had house guests.  We called my mom – not hers.  She suggested I check with the church choir who practiced here every Sunday in December – good idea.  Nope – no one claimed it. 

It was a mystery. 

And we had some laughs over it. 

I told Derek to tell his size medium mistress to come retrieve her red vest.

He didn't think that joke was funny.  (Neither did I.)

Then one Sunday night, while brushing my teeth for bed, Derek walked in (still in his Sunday "uniform" of suit pants and a starched white shirt) "confessing" that it was his and he just hadn't wanted to tell me.  Sometimes quiet, introverted Derek can make me bust a gut with his sense of humor.  This is the Derek few people see.

Come to find out the red vest belongs to my stepmom, Christy.  It somehow landed in the boys' suitcase at Thanksgiving. 

Mimi – I apologize for any humiliation the above pictures may cause you or your red vest.  

And just pretend you never saw this next one.