
I spent a little while this morning looking for a couple missing library books. It seems ironic to me, that when my house is messy, I don't worry too much about things going missing. I just figure they'll show up eventually. It is when my house is fairly clean and I'm still missing things that I begin to worry, because that means that the missing things have found better hiding places. Last time I completely lost a library book (and had to pay for it) I found it six months later under the dryer. Luckily, I found the two missing books this morning.
Meanwhile (a book of 3,856 story possibilities) was under a couch in the living room, and
Something Under the Bed is Drooling (A Calvin and Hobbes Comic Book) was, ironically, under Hannah's bed.
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