Well, considering the last time I was in a cab on the way to the airport I was in Scotland, it’s probably still time to buy a new watch.
It’s behind the TV. You set it on the stereo speaker and the cat knocked it over.
At least that’s where my husband’s was this morning.
It’s where it’s supposed to be.
I’m forever losing things, then finding them right where they belong. “Oh, you mean I actually put it away! I didn’t just throw it on top of whatever was around. Pretty nifty, gotta remember to do that more often.”
Coincidentally…
This afternoon I got all the way to our local MCC’s, on foot, mind you, looked around for an hour or so and then left to go peruse Value Village. That involved running across the main drag. It’s a six lane highway with a divider at that point. I went to hold onto my phone as always (it’s in a belt holster) and…no phone! :eek:
I zipped back to MCC’s, but no sign of it! Remembering that I’d changed my pants just before I left, I figured I’d just call home and see if it was still in the bathroom. Of course our brilliant citizens have decided that all the local payphones are being used exclusively by evil drugdealers. Drugdealers who have never heard of cellphones…sigh. Now there are only payphones at the Skytrain stations and I bet they disappear soon too.
So, off I slogged to the station. I called home and it rang. And rang. And rang.
Sometimes the cord comes out of the landline. I can always call my hubby’s cell though. Well, at least I can when I have mine, because I never bothered to memorize the number… it’s in my phone. :smack:
I ended up hauling ass all the way home. Of course it was on the dresser in the bathroom.
Serves me right!
Remember a larger than usual splash? 
I’m so ashamed 
Around here the weather changes frequently at this time of year. Warm, cold, almost hot, snow, mild, freezing, rain, wind, sun.
As a result we switch coats, jackets, windbreakers, and sweaters quite a bit.
Check the coats and jackets you’ve been wearing recently, and the floor of the coat closet.
Sailboat
Uh, oh. Now I have to find a TV. And a cat.
This could take all day.
This thread would be much more disturbing if Milkman Dan was asking the question.