I can lose anything that is not tied to my hand. Usually when I mean lose something, I mean misplace it. You know, it's not where it's supposed to be, so it necessitates an annoying 5 minute search just when I'm trying to get out the door.
But then there's another category of losing something, the kind where you open every cabinet, turn over all the cushions in the house, enlist your husband, and spend three days searching, and you still can't find it.
This is what happened to my wallet on Friday.
I FINALLY found it this morning. Guess where?
In the trash. Gross.
Moral of the story: time to pay more attention when putting away groceries and disposing of the plastic bags.
