The Missing Shirt

Since we've moved into our new home - I've done nothing to decorate our bedroom. I haven't even attempted to organize the massive pile of clothes that Martin dropped in there on move in day and that continues to be picked through, worn, washed and then returned to a massive pile. I also haven't attempted to organize the dresser which is full of Martin's clothes and was in no way organized before moving day so I'm sure is not organized now. I do want to decorate our bedroom so it looks a little more homey and inviting, but it's really low on my priority list of rooms I want to look homey and inviting. Mostly because it's usually dark when we're in there so I don't see the mess.

Martin: Have you seen my Brockway shirt?
Me: No. Was it in that laundry that I just washed, because that is clean - I just need to fold it and bring it upstairs.
Martin: No. It's been missing since we moved. I wasn't sure if it was still in the other apartment somewhere.
Me: Oh. No. There is absolutely nothing in the old apartment. It is probably somewhere in that giant mess of clothes you have in our bedroom. I haven't touched that.
Martin: That is an organized mess and I would have found it in there by now!

The next day.

Martin: So, I found my Brockway shirt.
Me: Oh yeah, where was it?
Martin: Pretty much where you said it would be.
Me: See, I told you. It's been there the whole time.
Martin: I'm not so sure about that. The Lord works in mysterious ways.