I am an infamous loser. And by that I mean I loose things all the time. ALL THE TIME. I can sit on the couch, use the remote for the TV, put it down and not be able to find it. Without having left the SEAT. I usually have to get up and scour the couch for it, only find it underneath somehow. It’s a very strange disease that I have. Looserofthingsitis or something.
Well, I lost something yesterday, without having left the room, the house, or practically the SPOT I was standing it.
I lost my book.
The book I am reading.
The Woman in White.
I can’t find it anywhere. It’s not in the living room, which is where I was. I have tore my house up, the living room, the kitchen, the bedroom, bathroom, computer room, even my CAR and I can’t find it. I am so frustrated.
Maybe I should look under the couch?
Needless to say I am frustrated beyond belief. It doesn’t help that I was getting to a REALLY good part. I will find it, if it’s the last thing I ever do!
And, since I can not go to work without a book, I picked up The Tattooed Girl by Joyce Carol Oates to carry along. Been meaning to read some more Oates, the 2 books I’ve read by her so far were amazing.
But I still want my Woman in White.
Looks like you and my Dad suffer from the same disease! Good luck finding it!
ergh! Nothing worse than losing a book just as you get to a good part.