I just about went off the deep end last night when I realized my flash drive was missing. The green one – the one that contains all my chapters for ‘What Line’ and every piece of information on ‘Crossing The Line’ including my book cover, paperback and kindle formats! Akkkk!
You would think in a 1040 square foot home it would be easy to find something. That’s not the case though. There would be enough room if H would get rid of some of this furniture. He says I would get rid of everything if it was up to me. That’s not true. I don’t want to actually get rid of it – just move it into storage where I don’t break my neck tripping over the @#%*! I told him that in so many words and you don’t want me to repeat what I said. He then went to bed and left me searching.
Back to the situation at hand. Where could that flash drive be? Maybe next to the house phone I misplaced? I’ve come to the conclusion that phone was taken out with the trash.
Could it be nestled amongst the four pairs of little sewing scissors I have misplaced? I say ‘little’ because they are between four and seven inches long and the ones I use to rip out stitches – which I have been doing a lot of lately – that’s another story! Really? How does a person lose four pairs of scissors at one time? Been missing since Christmas.
Maybe it’s in the pocket of a pair of those shorts I can’t find. Yep, all my shorts have gone missing, and I mean ALL of them! The weather has finally turned warm and I have nothing to wear. I’ve looked in every drawer, in every plastic storage box, under every bed, in the closets, and even in the storage room. They are nowhere to be found. Maybe… and that’s a small maybe, they were accidentally taken to storage with all the boxes of Christmas decorations. I seriously doubt it. Stranger things have happened though. Hmmm? Could those scissors be there? Naaawww!
However, that flash drive can’t be with those shorts because I’ve used it since I packed them away last fall. I used it last week when I wrote about six chapters of ‘What Line’. These are the chapters that have not been backed up anywhere else. :( Now I know how John Boy felt when his journal was burned up in the fire!
I think there may be a hidden room, or a dark hole in this house somewhere where all my stuff is disappearing to. What else could it be? Maybe aliens from outer space? What do you think they need with a phone, scissors, about twelve pairs of shorts, and a flash drive? I don’t even want to think about it.
Yes, I had a fit last night, then I searched, and I vacuumed up dust, – where does all this dust come from – searched some more, rearranged my desk again, and searched some more. I have probably spent about six hours this week searching for lost items and the hours were racking up.
FOUND IT! On the coffee table under some mail H had pushed aside! At least I think it was him. He was sleeping and was a good candidate to lay the blame on. Right?
No phone, no shorts, no little scissors though. Going to buy some new shorts this weekend – I’ve earned them – and a couple more flash drives to back up my hard work!