Tag: I guess?

A couple of days ago, I packed my swimsuit. My favorite swimsuit. My once-in-a-lifetime swimsuit that makes me look and feel fantastic despite my fat little hobbit body. My cheap swimsuit that I bought on a whim, without even trying it on, thinking I’d replace it quickly. The one that made me wish later that I had gone back and bought 10 more. That swimsuit.

I stuffed it down in the bottom of my day bag, because I wasn’t even sure I would need it and I didn’t want it getting in my way. Then, I proceeded to pack all of the rest of my clothes, pills, hairbrush, etc., on top of it. The next day (yesterday), I got up at 5 am and made sure that everything was packed and ready to go. I reached behind my bed to a shelf where some stuff was and found a suspicious black lump. I pulled it out. Swimsuit. Wha-? Okay, maybe my 5 am brain only remembered me packing it, and it didn’t really get put in there. So I grabbed the thing and stuffed it down into the bag, where my hand brushed against the same material.

Ok. What the hell? I don’t have any shirts or bras made out of that. I pulled it all out and dropped it on the bed. Two swimsuits shook out of the pile. TWO. I held them up. They were the same style. The same color. I checked the tags. They were THE SAME SIZE. What’s even more weird is that they had the same level of wear, as if I had been wearing them both. I know I only bought one, I have only ever had one. I went through all of my stuff with a fine-toothed comb during my past move, so I am acutely aware of what things I do and do not own. No one in my family wears this kind of swimsuit (or would).

I…just…I am at a loss to explain this.

Anyone ever heard of duplicating items? It’s a new one for me.