Lost things...

You know how when you're looking for a pair of socks and you can only find one...and the first thought that comes to your head is "that darn washing machine...it ate another one of my socks!" Or when you misplace your glasses and you search and search and search all over the house and you cant find them for the life of you and when you're looking in the bathroom you look up and notice that they've been on your head for the last however many minutes you've been looking for them. Or when you cant find your keys and you dump out the last three bags you've used even if you know their not in there. You flip over couch cushions thinking maybe they got sucked to the underworld of the couch but all you find is wrappers...a few cents...and all those pens and pencils you've been waiting to find. But alas you go to your car, hoping the whole way there that there not inside...and if they are, by some miracle you didn't lock the car this time...and upon approaching the car you see them. There they are sitting in the ignition and you think to yourself..."how in the world and why would I just turn off the car and not take the keys out...its like my memory skipped because every other time I turn off the car the keys come away in my hand. I never do this!" So you sit and wait for hours for AAA to come and when they get there it takes them approximately 1 minute to do their thing and then their gone.

.....Well...this time. My cell phone has been lost. Not by me...which may be the worst part because I cant even get frustrated with myself. But I put it in a pocket of a dear friend when we were at the beach and sometime in between our jumping, laughing and taking pictures it managed to fall out of the comfort of the pocket into the cold, gritty sand where its destiny is now to be rusted and demolished by salt, sand and crashing waves. And I am phone-less...oh well I guess...everything gets lost at some point.