Here's an aspect of my personality that drives me nuts: I'm often absent-minded. I have arrived to work with my dress on backwards and my sweaters inside out more than I can count. I once dropped my keys in the pantry while putting groceries away, and didn't find them for weeks.
Clint will ask me where something is, and while I set my attention to seeking it out, I will lose whatever it is that was in my hand when he asked. The knife I was cutting onions with. My cup of hot tea. The mail. I recently misplaced the remote control to the television in my bedroom, after throwing it into my gym bag, along with other items that were to go there.
So, 3 weeks ago I sat flipping through my (compact) camera, and giggling at pictures of a Girls' Night. I removed the memory card and put it next to the computer, along with card reader.
I have not seen the camera since. I have turned my house upside down, looking for the freakin' camera, and it is not to be found. I've looked on every surface that it could merely be "upon." I've looked in drawers, and in cushions of every chair, and in Brian's room and in bathrooms. I have gone absolutely, batshit CRAZY, looking for the camera. I swear to God, it's made me so crazy that I even know this, for a fact: It's not in the freezer.
I've gone so crazy looking for the thing that I'm ready to purchase another camera. This will, we all know, ensure a miraculous reappearance of my beloved pocket Sony.
Anybody out there have any love to share? Have you ever gotten busy and distracted and absent-minded, and lost something for ages?
And more importantly....where did it turn up? I've got nothing to lose; if you have any idea where my camera is, I'd love to hear it.