We Need to Talk About Goose…
So… we’ve reached a new phase in the Goose saga.
And I’m not proud to say this…
👉 He’s a thief.
Not Just Any Thief…
Oh no.
Goose has standards.
He’s not stealing shoes.
He’s not stealing socks.
Nope.
👉 He is stealing my bras.
And Where Do They End Up?
Under. My. Bed.
Every. Time.
The Discovery 😳
There is nothing that prepares you for:
- reaching under your bed
- expecting maybe dust bunnies
- and instead finding…
👉 a collection of your own missing bras
Like some kind of weird Goose treasure stash.
The Real Question
When is he doing this?
How is he doing this?
WHY is he doing this??
Goose’s Response
No shame.
No explanation.
Just that look like:
“You’re welcome.”
At This Point…
I don’t even question it anymore.
I just assume:
👉 if something is missing
👉 Goose took it
👉 check under the bed
Final Thoughts
Living with Goose means accepting:
- nothing is safe
- privacy is optional
- and your undergarments may be relocated at any time