I've inherited the knack for losing things. Just ask my mom, it runs in the family. So,
recently I lost a library book. Of course it was a "new release" library book, so it could not be renewed. It was missing for about a week before I really started to look for it. The due date came and went and I continued to look. I looked EVERYWHERE. At this point it's been missing about 3 weeks. Nothing was left unturned. I honestly could not thing of a single place that I had not looked. So I finally gave in and ordered a new book from Amazon. This morning I was getting the kids all ready to head to the library to turn in my new purchase, I went into my room and what is sitting right on top of the bed??? My library book. What in the world?? On my bed?? I talked to Brent and each of the kids and no one knew anything about it. So strange...i'll be baffled for the rest of my life on this one!