I think I shall never ever move again. I’ve “misplaced,” “lost,” or “accidently thrown out” more than one item. Let’s start with my muffin tins. I had 2 of them. Now where are they? These things don’t just disappear into no where do they? Soap dish, gone. And the worst (and most sombre loss)… my foot peddle to my sewing machine, MIA. Where on earth could it have gone??? I swear I saw it here in the apartment. However, when I went to look for it today, it was no where!! Conor and I both looked (that’s how dismal an distressing this situation was). It’s gone. I was so sad, heartbroken really. I didn’t know how to contain my grief. Devastating. I had set aside today as my sewing day. It was a day for me (you know in-between conference and during). I had made a deal with myself, if I worked really hard and got the house all cleaned up on Friday then I could have Saturday. It would be mine. Well I kept my side of the deal and I worked really hard (even cleaned the bathroom for the second time this week). Despite the fact that the house was a little rough and tumble this morning I still let today be mine. You know, because it was clean for the good portion of the day yesterday. But no. The other side of the deal was not upheld. I even think I know the true and wretched fate of that very important piece of my sewing machine. I think it ended up in the trash, by complete twist of fate. And if it’s not there, then it surely will “turn up” in whatever amount of time just because I ordered a new one today and isn’t life ceaselessly ironic? The point: I’m crushed and am mourning today. I even made No-Bake Fudge Cookies to console myself with.