I'm having a bit of a spring clean, and I'm sweeping out the cat toys from under all the furniture. Clocked nearly a dozen jingly balls so far, and about half a dozen toy mice (or pikas).
And the one of my five watches that until recently was (a) working properly and (b) had a wristband that fit me.
I had looked everywhere for it. I thought. Everywhere I could imagine putting it.
Somehow I don't think I put it under the DVD shelves in the far corner of the living room. Just doesn't seem like the sort of spot that would say to me "Look, pop it here and you'll never forget to grab it just as you're going out the door in the morning."
Little bastards.
And the one of my five watches that until recently was (a) working properly and (b) had a wristband that fit me.
I had looked everywhere for it. I thought. Everywhere I could imagine putting it.
Somehow I don't think I put it under the DVD shelves in the far corner of the living room. Just doesn't seem like the sort of spot that would say to me "Look, pop it here and you'll never forget to grab it just as you're going out the door in the morning."
Little bastards.