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Tuesday, August 05, 2003
Where's Waldo?
Do you know what drives me absolutely batty? When I know the movie/song/book/phrase that I am thinking of, but the title of it completely eludes me. Or when I lose something, but know that it is in my house. Drives me absolutely freaking crazy, I tell you. I have been known to spend hours looking for lost items. Like many, many hours. I still can not find a wallet that my DH lost over two years ago. Yes, I still look for it. Or a pair of size 3T Levi jeans of Kollin's, that I know are somewhere in this house. He will be seven in two weeks, and it still pops in to my mind more often than I could be forced to admit.
Most recent victim: Kollin's Spiderman sunglasses.
Last seen: In the very back seat of the 99 minivan, following a return trip July fourth weekend.
Clues to current whereabouts: They made the return trip safely tucked away in my purse, later transferred to the cupholder doohickey in the very back seat. Driver side. Unsure of exact date of misplacement. Definitely seen occupying the above said location 7 July 2003.
Suspects: One little brother, Kaden. Owner of sunglasses, Kollin. Placer of all luggage upon returning home, Daddy.
Motive: None known.
Value: my sanity
Possible locations of abandonment: Under the very back seat-cleared; between the seat and van wall-cleared; under/behind carseats-cleared; in playroom-cleared; in the craft drawer aka catcher of all valuble to a near seven year old items-cleared; every nook, cranny, and hobbit hole within searching distance-cleared...almost
HELP! I am obsessed with finding these $4.84 sunglasses. No, my child is not terribly upset over their loss(a motive possibly...hmmm), but I am. No particular attatchment to them or anything, I just can't stand them being here, but not. Yes, I know, this is so not normal.
Note to self: Look everywhere...again.
Do you know what drives me absolutely batty? When I know the movie/song/book/phrase that I am thinking of, but the title of it completely eludes me. Or when I lose something, but know that it is in my house. Drives me absolutely freaking crazy, I tell you. I have been known to spend hours looking for lost items. Like many, many hours. I still can not find a wallet that my DH lost over two years ago. Yes, I still look for it. Or a pair of size 3T Levi jeans of Kollin's, that I know are somewhere in this house. He will be seven in two weeks, and it still pops in to my mind more often than I could be forced to admit.
Most recent victim: Kollin's Spiderman sunglasses.
Last seen: In the very back seat of the 99 minivan, following a return trip July fourth weekend.
Clues to current whereabouts: They made the return trip safely tucked away in my purse, later transferred to the cupholder doohickey in the very back seat. Driver side. Unsure of exact date of misplacement. Definitely seen occupying the above said location 7 July 2003.
Suspects: One little brother, Kaden. Owner of sunglasses, Kollin. Placer of all luggage upon returning home, Daddy.
Motive: None known.
Value: my sanity
Possible locations of abandonment: Under the very back seat-cleared; between the seat and van wall-cleared; under/behind carseats-cleared; in playroom-cleared; in the craft drawer aka catcher of all valuble to a near seven year old items-cleared; every nook, cranny, and hobbit hole within searching distance-cleared...almost
HELP! I am obsessed with finding these $4.84 sunglasses. No, my child is not terribly upset over their loss(a motive possibly...hmmm), but I am. No particular attatchment to them or anything, I just can't stand them being here, but not. Yes, I know, this is so not normal.
Note to self: Look everywhere...again.