I spent several minutes today looking for a small brightly colored pad of Post-it notes on my desk. I searched under and around my laptop computer, finally decided that those kids stole my Post-it notes. They steal from me all the time. That is why I can never find a roll of tape (duct or Scotch), or scissors or garden tools. My dust-pan is always missing and I have no idea where the milk goes.
And then, just now, I glanced up from my computer where I finished my recent shift and the Post-it notes are in plain sight, sitting on top of the AT&T bill which is visible so I will remember to call and ask why I am being charged per text message instead of the other rate like my husband has.
Post-it notes! Where were you hiding? Were you being held hostage? Did I pay a ransom and not know it?
Nevermind. I’m just glad you’re back. I needed you.