Lost and still lost...

I hate losing things. It's the worst am-I-this-out-of-control feeling for me. Because I am a fantastically organized girl, so to misplace something just doesn't work in my world.

So, pretend that a girl was on vacation last week and say she lost her husbands two hundred plus dollar internet card. This would make her bonkers, right? Right.

All this means for you blogland, is that we don't have internet at home until this tiny little important computer part surfaces. And it just has to. Because I actually remember thinking, "that's a good spot, because what if I lost this thing..." while putting it in a zippered pocket of my laptop bag. But alas, it's gone. Along with my inner-peace.

My dad had a box at church for lost and found, and being clever, charming and witty, he had written in his scribbly Paul Harrington font "Lost and Still Lost." I can't wait to find this little guy. Or find $200 laying on the street. Either would be fine at this point.