You know, I'm feeling so much better now. I typically misplace an item and go nuts trying to find it, but it is nice to know that it happens to others too, not just me. One of my most famous such episodes dealt with a 13mm wrench that went missing while I was working on my wife's car. I hunted high and low for it. I cussed and swore. I ranted and raved. I generally made an ass of myself. Then my teenage son says "Dad, what is that in your back pocket?"
The world stopped turning.... seriously!!! Well, it felt like it anyway. Talk about a humbling experience!
