I’ll probably lose the nail of the toe I ran over with my computer chair this morning. Now, that’s pain, folks.
When it happened, I certainly lost my composure.
Like Stuyguy and Cranky, it’s weight, 20 pounds.
All the senses being listed started me thinking about one of my favorite songs and artists:
The sense of sight Is what guides us right When we go out on walks.
The sense of smell’s The way you tell That you need to change your socks.
The sense of touch Is what hurts so much When you bang your toe on the bed.
The sense of hearing is something good 'Cause if a tree falls in the wood Would there be a sound? You bet there would If it landed on top of your head
Your head If a tree lands on top of your head!
The sense of taste Affects your waist
Which makes five senses in all.
There’s a sixth sense, too, but it’s hard to explain It’s a psychic connection inside of your brain So you can understand people like Shirley MacLaine
Who wear crystals they bought in the mall
The mall Who wear crystals they bought in the mall!
And now the other senses!
There are scents you can smell Like cologne from Chanel Or the scents of expensive perfume.
There are scents of flowers We hope overpowers The kitty box next to your room. Phew!
There’s a sense of pride You have deep down inside
When you practice a sense of fair play.
There are dollars and cents that you pay at a toll
Or the census man who is taking a poll
And a sense of confusion; we’re out of control
And they really should take us away Away They really should take us away!
There’s a sense of humor A sense of doom, or A sense of awe, sense of timing.
The sense of a word A sense of absurd Like trying to do all this rhyming!
There’s incense
And horse sense
And common sense, it’s true.
Sense of wonder, sense of beauty
Sense of honor, sense of duty
A sense of doubt, a sense of danger
A sense of fear, when you meet a stranger
A sense of style, a sense of worth
A sense of direction for knowing the earth
A sense of dread as we’re singing this song That it’s starting to turn out completely all wrong And it’s time that we end it because it’s too long 'Cause it just doesn’t make any sense Nonsense This song doesn’t make any sense!
The url for that new Straight Dope e-magazine.
My goddamn camera with the last roll of film from our trip to Hawaii. (sob)
The file I kept on H. Howard’s donations to my organization.
Last night, it was my temper when my husband tried to hand me the phone while I was cleaning the toilet (ah, marital bliss).
Me, too. A long time ago.
The damn thing seems to have returned, though. Little sumbitch just won’t stay lost.
I lost my very expensive tortoise-shell glasses. I walked around in a fuzzy haze the entire day. Mom wasn’t pleased when I woke her at 11:30pm crying about my glasses being lost once again.
How come my old crappy eyeglasses are always to be found, and I always lose the glasses I need the most?
Luckily, my aunt who lives in Ohio discovered them in her car, so I’ll get them back in time. happy dance
I’ve also lost all my self esteem, what little pride I had left, my sense of joy, and my Geneva college application.
I’ve also lost patience with this retarded computer. My fonts online are still too big and I can’t figure out how to change the size. grrrrrrr
Don’tcha hate losing camera film? My mom lost the entire roll of film from my 16th birthday. I have almost no memory of that day. (Then again, the way my memory’s been lately, I’m surprised I can still remember my 18th birthday and my own name)
My fever. Well, most of it.
Sleep. I should not be awake now.
DAMNIT! Took my answer 
interest in this thread.
My favorite guitar pick.
My dignity, after actually leaving my phone number with the tip for the cute waiter at Pizza Hut today. And having it found out before I left the building.
My mom’s burgundy t-shirt she lent me.