My marbles. It seems like I spend half the day wailing, "WHAT THE HELL DID I DO WITH THAT________________?! I JUST HAD IT!" And then the Spousal Equivalent points out that it's sitting on the table, the counter, the shelf, the...... not more than five feet from me, in plain sight. Of course, HE never loses anything.......*I* must have moved it from where he had it last. What I hear is, "What did YOU do with my 3/4 inch reciprocating lateral ratchet saw???" I am tempted to reply, "Oh, sorry, I was finishing up a crocheting project with it and forgot to put it back" but sarcasm seldom makes anything better so I resist the urge.
Not at all, Hedi M, it is what it is or better still, i am what i am. If it makes others happy, then so be it.
I also lost my garlic press and by some strange vision, I remember putting it in the trash. I recovered that bag from the can and found it. It wasn't pretty but it washed up nicely. On more than one occasion when opening the inside bagged kitchen trash can in the morning, I have found bras and panties in it, that were intended for the hamper in the laundry room. Never give up searching until you check your garbage. Now I look there first. It is at times like this that I wish I was married so I could give the old man a piece of my mind for messing with and tossing my undergarments. Yelling at one's self is neither pretty nor socially acceptable!
I remember I used to put things 'in a safe place' and then forget where that place was. I put airline tickets (back when they had them) on top of the refrigerator, so the kids would not play with them, and promptly forgot the safe place. Talk about stomach in knots when it got close to travel time.
Mary maybe we need a place to put things that we will soon hide from ourselves. I just imagine a criminal coming here asking for my bank card number, wonder if he would believe I forgot it.
Good morning! Already lost a little white plastic funnel and the day is just getting started. Haven't even had coffee yet.