there's nothing worse than misplacing something and it happens to me all the time. after running around in a frantic hunt for my passport minutes before leaving for the airport a couple of years ago, we decided that it's probably better for our marriage if mike takes responsibility for holding onto all of our important documents.
the passport and social security card may be covered but i'm still a big fan of tucking random papers, checks, mail and mementos away for safe keeping. the problem is, i tuck them away so well, i forget where they're located. this always results in an obsessive search through drawers and cabinets in purses and old wallets. and, with the exception of the graduation ring my sister gave me years ago and my mom's silver and turquoise ring from the 60's, i've always recovered my items (that loss was the result of my move from la to sf and i've never forgiven myself).
so, tonight it happened again.
believe it or not, there's always a strange gratification in finding my hidden prize and realizing how great a concealer i really am. maybe i subconsciously do this to myself just for the cat and mouse game.
is that possible?
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