You know how it is when you never seem to find that one certain item you are looking for? Maybe its your car keys, your cell phone, your favorite book, whatever it may be. You spend an hour or more looking. Frustrated, you throw your hands up and stomp to the nearest chair and sit down. You think and retrace the steps you've been in your mind, going over and over everywhere you possibly could have placed the one item you've spent your entire morning looking for!
You stare aimlessly at the ceiling, thinking, 'why can't I fly up to the ceiling, then I could look down on the room, and get a different view, and maybe find out where I put my____? I am so stupid. I can't believe I lost it." You have now wasted half of your morning. Precious minutes tick by. Maybe it's your only day off. You are quite upset, and getting more upset by the minute. Growing increasingly more and more disturbed, you stomp into the kitchen for a glass of water, and just as you reach for the glass you spy the lost item there on the kitchen counter top. It had been hiding beside the loaf of bread all the time.
Not in the bedroom, the bathroom, the livingroom, the den, under the sofa, beside the dog, under the quilt, in my purse, in the truck, under the cushions or in the hall, but on the counter in the kitchen beside the bread??? Oh...what a wonderful world...
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