Rainbows and Puppies, and That Last Missing Sock....

You know what I really hate is when you can't find what you're looking for, even when you had it just a moment ago. Its like when you start writing that note to put on the kitchen counter, so that the rest of the family knows you went to go buy milk, and you put the pen down for just one second, and when you look back- it's gone. You know it was there just one second ago, but now it seems to have somehow grown little legs and walked off. So, of course, instead of getting off your lazy butt to go find a new pen

in that pen drawer in the office about 5 feet away, you spend about 10 minutes looking for this one pen. Then, finally, right when you're about to give up, you find it and it's right where you left it all along. It's right there in front of you, as if waiting for you to give up looking and just wait for it to come to you. Of course, this whole process in the end is quite counter productive as, not only have you wasted 10 extra minutes, but you're also now entirely too tired to actually go to the store, so you give up and wait for someone else to buy milk for you. But I guess that's just how life is sometimes isn't it? You lose things, and spend years searching for them, only to find them waiting for you to pause in your search then find them. Then, when you finally do, you realize that you don't need them anymore. Now, some people I guess would call this a waste, but me? I call it an adventure.