Every Friday.

Mr. Fleece has implemented a household tradition for us called "Find the Opossum Friday." 

Background: During our 4 years of dating long distance we talked on the phone quite frequently. Within the 300+ conversations, there were at least 2 times I vocalized a panicky "EWW UGHH AHHH GROSS!" freak-out-moment mid-conversation. I had sighted a mangy, trash-digging, hairy, filthy OPOSSUM. The red eyes + tail that looks like it's already dead makes for an unappealing combo & for real creeps me out.

So, naturally, last Christmas?/Valentine's Day? Mr. Fleece gave me this "gag" gift:

A stuffed opossum

I joked around how it would be funny when we got married for me to open a cabinet & see the opossum staring back at me.
Mr. Fleece took that comment seriously & started "Find the Opossum Friday" (AKA "Hide the Opossum Thursday Night.") We alternate weeks "hiding" the opossum. Here's where the opossum has lurked in the past month or two:

Under the printer

In the Hall Closet

Under Mr. Fleece's Pillow

In my sock bin

Hanging from the microwave

Hanging from the Shower Curtain

It's cute in a plush kind of way. Plus, Fridays are more fun now.

I guess this is what married people do,

-SJW