Originally Posted by susie-susie-susie
Well, Dunster, whatever was it doing in your purse? That would be the last place I would look. As for the remote, look in the sofa cushions.
Sue
I blame my husband.
The worst was losing my wedding rings. We were cleaning out an apartment, preparing to move, and I had just had a baby. My hands had swollen from pregnancy, so I was wearing my rings on my little finger. They slipped off somehow. I looked all over the apartment, almost gave up, but finally found them in the trash, in the big trash cans in the community carport, which was separate from the apartments. I still remember that panicked feeling, and it was over 40 years ago.