What can't you find recently?

I don’t care, I want my Polaroid. opens wallet How much?

I had this problem once. As it turned out, my vibrator had recently converted to Judaism.

The cutting blades from our KitchenAid Stand Mixer Food Grinder attachment. And I’m pretty hacked about it. We used it, washed it, set it in the little drain-cup attachment to the drainboard to dry, and poof. The blades, they are gone.

I’m currently waiting for KitchenAid Customer Service to get back to me about whether or not one can purchase spare copies of those damn blades.

Wow. VERY good.

First tell me which side is right side up here? This is Twister? And oh holy crap,

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goat???

:o Give it back! makes a grab for it

My black leather jacket. :frowning:

My bathing suit.

My “Full Custom Sounds of the Reverend Horton Heat” CD. :mad:

My favorite sweater.

Heh-heh…too quick for you. But feeling generous, and also wishing to wash my hands of the matter, I’ll return your Polaroid.

Just try not to think about the quick visit I made to the camera counter where I “might” have made a copy or several… :smiley:

How do you think I got 20 of them to begin with?

My temper. :mad:

My UCDavis tee shirt

A ball of rose colored yarn needed to finish an afghan

My good sense. I blame my boyfriend for that. Or the loss of that for him … just kidding

My little flashlight, smallest in a set of three from Costco. [FONT=Garamond]I love Costco.


  My other pair of slippers.  The really good grammar book.  

Sheesh, we moved last June, and I still can't find these items. 

Also, I have lost my ability to keep track of small bits of information and to remember to do things like close closet and cupboard doors.

…and the ability to post without making kerflooeys.

the recording of bernsteins final concert, with the boston symphony playing beethoven 7.

i looked all over japan. and some of toronto. :frowning:

Both sets of keys for my new apartment :smack:

I pray it fell out of my bag into my cubby at work.

Try accusing your nearest and dearest of theft. It won’t get you your stuff back, but it’s more fun than searching in the same places all over again. Spread the misery, I say!