I finally remembered the one that popped into my head on Monday after the box with three wigs arrived:
I've got wigs, they're multiplyin'
and I'm losing control
with the options they're supplyin'
The two that didn't fit are already shipped back to Mint on Card.
With Middlest walking me through it, I just reordered elastic to restring my E-An. Middlest will do the actual restringing.
I'm going to see if I can stay awake long enough to finish the row on Avery's sweater that I began this morning. The odds aren't good. (And the knitter is decidedly odd.)