When I realize something is missing it eats. me. alive. It doesn’t matter what the lost item is. If I realize my dusty Hall and Oates CD (don’t hate) is not in it’s spot in the corner of the closet, I will tear the closet up looking for it.
I obsess and I will not rest until the missing item is found and returned to its designated spot.
My camera is gone. MY CAMERA IS GONE!!
I’m no photographer, but I take pictures almost on a daily basis. I should have a camera fanny pack really because it’s always within a three foot radius of my body. You just never know when a photo op might present itself.
The last time I used it…that I can remember, was Sunday evening when the girls cooked dinner. There are three places it could be.
1.) On the counter in the kitchen.
2.) Upstairs near the computer.
3.) In my purse.
I have searched every nook and cranny of the kitchen, looked under papers and books, checked cupboards, junk drawers, you name it. No camera.
I pulled every cushion off the couch upstairs, looked under the couch, under the ottoman, dug through a toy box. No camera.
I searched my nearly empty purse four times. No camera.
I searched the endless pit of crap that is the soccer van. No camera.
I searched the couches downstairs. No camera.
I looked in my room and in each of the bathrooms. No camera.
I looked in the office. No camera.
I looked in the kids rooms. No camera.
I’ve even stooped so low as to accuse Ms. Warm and Fuzzy in my head. I’m getting desperate, I can’t find it and she’s new…I also noticed some kitchen shears went missing after she commented on how handy kitchen shears were, so you do the math.
Alas. She is too nice and has helped give me ideas of where to look so I think she may be innocent…or playing innocent. Do you think a lie detector is out of the question??
I’m stumped. And my heart hurts. And my head hurts. Where are you camera?? How will I function without you?? How will I post the taco fiesta dinner without your help?? How will I ever sleep peacefully knowing you are out there somewhere alone and confused?? I can’t stop thinking about you. Did Kainoa get his filthy hands on you? Are you in the toilet? In a basket somewhere? Whatever will I do??
