I was on the verge of hysteria tonight. Why? Because my $1 dish brush is missing.
Yep, I'm nuts. At least, that's what I'm afraid of.
See, the thing is, things keep disappearing.
My aluminum bowl.
A plastic ladle
A nice pot
My yoga mat
My dish brush
They aren't in the house. Well, anywhere I looked. And I've been trying to let them all go. I mean, the yoga mat could have been left at the gym. Um... the others?
And I've been pushing off the idea that someone is coming in to steal random things. (Is it happening? Should I get the locks changed?) And my roommate says she hasn't seen them.
So the next conclusion is that I'm nuts. I'm hiding them from myself. Or... I don't know. Just something that makes me nuts.
M likes to say that he lives alone and loses stuff and would love to blame it on someone else, but of course it's him.
So I had some alcohol and feel better. But it's hot here...