The book has disappeared.
Friday, I was in the middle of the 2nd to last chapter, totally rocking on the gossip and Big K decided we should get takeout. Eager for the chance to slip out of cooking for the night, I tossed the book on the ottoman and jumped for the takeout binder (Yes, I'm that anal. We have all our take out menus in a binder. Where is my straight-jacket?).
The book has been missing since.
I have turned this house upside down. I have crawled around on the floor, looked in the couch, questioned both dogs and Big K. No one knows where it is.
I hate leaving a book unfinished. It's like leaving the dishes half done or eating a half a piece of cake. It irks me, makes me crazy. I HAVE TO FINISH!!!
I'm off to call the bloodhounds, the National Guard and Gill Grisom from CSI. Some one needs to find that damn book!
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Ooh that is annoying. I guess get a new copy. Was it from the library?
No, thank God. I am the worst at returning library books so I have to buy.
I ended up finding the book in my CAR! I have on idea why it's in there. I'm only 31. Is that too early to have memory problems?
I'm gonna burn through the rest of it tonight.
Oh! I hate when I lose a book I'm reading! It's happened more than once. Often times I will find them in the car, having forgotten that I've taken them with me to the doctors or somewhere equally boring and am in such a hurry to get back to the house, I forget it in the car.
Though there are a few books I haven't finished that weren't found in the car or any where else and I loathe to have to buy a new one, because that means I'll find the other one shortly later. Ugh!
You should write some more. I miss you :(
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