Lost

A few months ago I bought 6 pairs of scissors. Everyone was so excited at the prospect of cutting things to pieces that they even wrote their names on them in indelible ink. They hugged the scissors like a long-lost friend.

Ask me how many of those scissors I can find now? Exactly zero.


So, I bought several more pairs last week, but this time I was tricky. I did not tell anyone about my exciting purchases. I crept through the house like a spy and hid one way up high in some dust behind an antique clock. One went in the freezer behind some frozen black-eyed peas. I put the last pair at the bottom of the dogfood container.

Toilet paper is also something I can never, ever find. Honestly, if I could wear toilet paper on a chain around my neck, I would do it. There is nothing worse than being in the bathroom and realizing there is no toilet paper. I just feel kind of stranded. I holler and holler and beg , but no one ever hears me.

They're probably too busy hiding the scissors to come to my aid.


Isabella is particularly bad about losing her hair combs. She loves to dress up in a fancy dress, with cute earrings and a necklace, but having her hair free of pine straw does not seem to be her priority. Of course, my hair is still pink, so who am I to judge.

Today she lost her third set of hair combs.

"Hand over your money, I'm going to the store." I growled.

When I returned with three new combs, I told her to find me some string so I could tie the combs to the towel rack.

Little Catherine had a better idea. She kindly brought me the stapler.

"You can staple the comb to her forehead, then she'll never lose it again!", my sweet little angel suggested.

Geez, kids today are so irresponsible about loosing things!

Well, I'm off to search for the Christmas presents that I hid.......I know they're here......somewhere.