The Committee
Reading glasses. Luckily they’re usually from a dollar store but that doesn’t make it any less irritating.
If we’re including things that disappear regularly but are always eventually found, I constantly misplace the remote control. I’m sure we’re all familiar with it falling between the couch cushions but I’m talking about finding it in other rooms that I don’t recall going to. Last time, I found it under a cat.
A good place, in my house, to look for anything you can’t find.
The Daughter’s house eats silverware. I have bought more and added it to the silverware drawer, only to have it eventually disappear. Some of it was really nice stuff, too!
I now just order boxes of generic, cheap, commercial silverware from Sam’s Club, and hide the boxes. As the supply in the drawer dwindles, I pull out another stack of Sam’s.
The Daughter and her family live in a two story house. I’m convinced there is a Black Hole of Silverware on the second floor.
When Mr VOW’s sister lived with us, combs disappeared. She’d comb her hair, stick the comb in the back pocket of her jeans, and walk out the door. I think she just went various places to set the combs free in the wild.
Maybe we should have flyers printed up, and staple them to telephone poles: “HAVE YOU SEEN ME?”
~VOW
Effing tools. At least temporarily, although sometimes permanently. It’s gotten orders of magnitude better since our son moved out, but I don’t think I’ve ever had a 1/2" socket that I’ve been able to use more than once.
Yeh. I used to be very orderly about my tools. Not anymore for some reason. well part of the reason is that I have a tool shed, and a cabinet in the house where I keep everyday tools. Screwdrivers, pliers and whatnot.
And my Dad bought me some bullshit tools (AS SEEN ON TV! stuff), that while they mostly worked, I did not prefer them. But I kept them. I’ve got a jumbled mess on my hands.
I need a basin wrench every 8 years or so. I have a hard time finding it, to the point where I once gave up and bought “another”.
I immediately found the one I knew I had, then a week later a neighbor returned one he’d borrowed years ago. So now I have 3. I remember putting all 3 in the same place, but I’m not sure where that was.
I still haven’t found (among other things) my flashlight. I was using it in the living room, looking under and around things. At one point I went to the kitchen, and the flashlight disappeared. I don’t know where I set it, I know for sure I didn’t put it away in a drawer, or hide it from myself.
My glasses, car keys, and cellphone pull a daily disappearing act—pretty sure they’ve joined a secret society dedicated to driving me bonkers. Meanwhile, my cats have declared the coffee table an official soccer pitch. Anything left on it gets batted under the sofa faster than you can say “goal!” 
Glad I’m not the only one who did this. I will need to use mine soon, but I have absolutely no idea where I put it after I used it about 10 years ago.
Once, when I moved, I found a bunch of clothes hangers and short extension cords. They were mostly in the kids’ bedrooms.
It’s the most certain way to find things.
Amen.
Right after I moved to California I couldn’t find my belt anywhere. After finally deciding it must have gotten left behind or otherwise lost during the move, I went and bought another one. A short time later I found the old one behind the dresser, where it must have fallen during unpacking.
I was at least able to return the new one; I don’t think I’d even taken the tags off yet.
Heh. My best friend had a cat that he named ‘Entropy’
Great name!
Sounds like my cat Ollie. She’s a dwarf Highlander mix who’s literally half the size of my other four cats, but don’t let that fool you—she’s the gutsiest, nosiest, and most delightfully destructive feline I’ve ever known. She has 2 gears: snooze mode and turbo-charged zoomies. No in-between. When I hear something crash in the dead of night (which is pretty much every single night), I know exactly who the culprit is. Let’s just say her little stub tail doesn’t stop her from going big.
Case in point: this week I hired a handyman to put in an over-the-range microwave and fix some drywall in the bathroom. When he was done, he said, “I got 7 cats and 5 dogs, but I’ve never seen a cat like that little one of yours. She bounced up on your ceiling recess (~9 feet high) and perched above my head studying every screw and bolt I put in like a feline foreman. And when I returned from my truck to get my drywall tools, she was inside the wall, peeking out like some miniature construction-site supervisor!”
I said, “she’s yours if you want her!”
He replied, “no sir, I don’t need a second wife!”
But that’s Ollie for you—small stature, huge personality, and zero chill.
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