I just spent 30 minutes on the phone with the Otter whining about how I couldn't find two braids worth of singles. I looked in every tubbie. I searched in the closet of doom. I even dug through the lace weight.
I was wandering the house, wondering what the fuck?! when I remembered the freezer.
During the last moth panic, I had boxed all the singles that had been hanging out and shoved them in the freezer. A couple of weeks later, I took them out for a few days before returning them to the freezer. Then, last month on a day when the high was 103F, I took them out, put them in a black suitcase and let them spend the day in full sun on the patio. They were still hot when I put them back in the freezer.
Now they are thawing out. They will be getting plied this week because I can't stand knowing they are waiting on me anymore.
& How is your day going?