The motivation to vacuum. And it really needs to be done.
Just buy another one. The rest will show up to welcome it.
This works for me with scissors.
Truman Capote’s “The Grass Harp.” I’ve searched all of our bookshelves.
Costco. Got 'em meself.
Apparently a suit. Today at lunch I was telling a co-worker that I’d gone fall clothes shopping over the weekend (yeah it was plus 33 celsius but the new clothes were in!) and she said of one suit that I described that it sounded a lot like one I’d bought last year, navy with a zip up jacket and ankle length skirt.
I have no recollection of ever owning this suit. She even dragged another co-worker in to confirm that I did, in fact, own and wear this suit. They were quite serious about me owning this. I came home and looked everywhere. And it was nowhere to be found. Now I’m just cranky, feeling like I’ve lost something, when before I didn’t even remember having it.
Oops…apparently I also randomly quote people when quick replying.
My copy of The Killing Zone.
I want to re-read it. I think it may be important :eek:
My piece of paper with next week’s winning lottery numbers written on it.
All my good sounding music… can’t seem to find any of that.
I don’t lose tools. Period. It’s a cardinal sin for me.
Over the 4th of July weekend, I went camping with a buddy of mine in the mountains of MT. I brought along a folding knife that my father gave me for Christmas. It was a great knife–a folding 5" tanto blade, black, fit great in my hand.
And I think I lost it. :eek:
Man, I used that knife for everything, jobby-job work, camping, etc. And my Pop gave it to me. :mad:
Damn. I’m sure it’s around here somewhere, I just can’t find the dang thing.
Tripler
Double damn. :mad: :mad:
Scissors, measuring tapes and pens/pencils are all migratory creatures in my house.
If I am in the kitchen and need any one of them, I can’t find them. When I am in the basement office, there shows up 5 or 6 of them, but I don’t need them. Or sometimes they scamper and hide up in my office.
There should be some kind of hidden camera around here to watch the show and the hunting.
I can’t find my Polo RL sunglasses… And I really want them now that the sun has come back… I have the case, but alas, it is empty. I’m sure my ex took them on a driving lesson and they never came back.
Also my Maddona Like a Prayer LP. And I don’t know where that would have gone, since I hardly ever listen to it and most of the time it just sits on my bookshelf
Sigh…
My photocopy of the 1st violin part to Richard Strauss’ “Don Juan” that I’ve had since college. I found the 2nd violin part recently, but the other one may have gone out with the recycling.
Found it! And I’m wearing it today. The outfit looks as good as I thought it would.
My blue sweater. I had it when we moved to Maryland; I remember wearing it (while all the locals were wearing parkas and freezing) in the first winter. Then, POOF. Gone.
My rechargeable card I use at the library for photocopying etc. Damn thing went walkabout, and I never realised it. Just went and got a new one – only lost about $15 on th’ deal.
Found a heap of pens I’ve been looking for, though! 
My sanity.
pops head back in thread
Anybody find my Polaroid?
Darn.
Yes, but this one’s going to cost you.
where that smell is coming from. . .
I recently paid my car registration, well in advance. Then I carried it around in my purse for over a month, until finally someone reminded me that I’d better put the sticker on my car before I got a ticket. I agreed, and moved the registration to the front pocket of my purse, so I’d see it and remember. That happened on a Friday afternoon. Saturday morning I went to put the sticker on my car…and the thing was GONE. I hunted and hunted and made everyone around me miserable for days, but to no avail. I finally had to go get a replacement, which cost sixteen dollars. I put it on my car right away. Now supposedly, everything is fine, but I can’t stop obsessing about what happened to my first registration. It disappeared so quickly and so completely!
A little over a year ago, I lost my kids’ birth certificates and social security cards. I’ve finally conceded defeat and I’m taking steps to replace them, but I can’t stop wondering what happened to them. It’s become something of a joke now, to never give me any important papers.
Now my scissors are missing from my desk at work. I hope someone stole them, because if I find out I lost them I might have to get psychological help to understand why I’m punishing myself this way.
Took me a long ass time to find this thread, too!