Oh where oh where has my little mind gone, oh where oh where can it be...

Today.
Today I had one goal.
Just one.
It was to find Don's wallet.
You see, it was lost all last week.
Every day, "Have you seen my wallet?"
And I would say, "No."
Then, when I was searching for the remote control last Friday, I found the wallet. Underneath the couch.
I called Don with great jubilation to tell him the news.
He was joyful as well.
By the time he came home, a mere few hours later, I managed to lose the wallet.
That's correct. I found the wallet. Then I lost it.
Today I tore apart my entire house. The entire house. Places I wouldn't even think to hide something from invading thieves.
No rock left unturned. No haystack untrifled.
My dad even joined in the search.
My heroic father even sorted through bags and bags and bags of gut wretching trash.
I still can't believe he did that.
Without gloves.
No luck.
Frustration does not even begin to describe my inner most feelings.
I wish I had never found the wallet in the first place. Because me finding it, then losing it, places the responsibility of losing it in my court, even though I wasn't the first person to lose it.

I finally gave up. And I calmed myself down with my Tuesday dose of American Idol, and the premiere of "Glee." And I was happy.

And then I went to go do my dishes.
And my garbage disposal broke. I am not sure if it was the raw carrot or the plastic spoon.

And I shall go cry now.
More money. Down the drain.
Literally.