I had counted and recounted 24 coffee sleeves, but when I went to deliver them there were 23.
Not in my car, not at home, not at Rita's where I stopped...
Such a mystery.
Today it's my sweet little black hello kitty sewing kit, which contains one of the few remaining pin cushions knit by my mother and my grandmother's gold thimble. I used it Monday to finish afore mentioned sleeves and didn't take it anywhere, but it's vanished.
I don't care so much about the sleeve, but I do care about my little black case.
Guess I'll put it in St. Anthony's hands.
Dear St. Anthony, I pray
Bring it back, without delay.
St. Anthony, St. Anthony
Please come down
Something is lost
And can't be found
we tend to lose things like that ... in our cars, or in our driveway or garage. :-) or they just plain ol' disappear, and mysteriously reappear - sometimes after years of being MIA. it's wild, isn't it?! are you sure Miz America isn't gnawing on your pretties ???
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