Sometimes I write letters to Ellen DeGeneres. No particular reason. Just because I can.
It is with great pleasure and relief that I can report I found my Emotion Thesaurus. Not only was it not on the roof but the hero of this story is my husband. Take a gander at our conversation below.
Husband (holding book) – Hey. Is this what you’ve been looking for?
Husband (Setting the book down and walking away slowly.): Well….okay then…..not sure how to respond to that.
Me (Cradling the book in my arms): Where did you find it?
Husband: It was on your bookshelf.
Me (Scratching my head): My bookshelf?
Husband: Yes. It was on the same shelf with all of your other writing books.
Me (Shaking my head): Why would I have put it on my bookshelf? That doesn’t make any sense.
Husband: And dumping out an entire box of cereal because you thought your book might be the happy toy inside does?
Me: Well….yeah! A box of cereal is a way more logical place for a book to be.
Husband: No it’s–
Me (Holding my hand up): What have I told you about trying to use logic and reasoning to win a fight?
Husband: That it never ends pretty.
Me: Okay! Thank you for finding the book. Let’s never talk about this again. (walking away, muttering to myself) I don’t even understand it. Why would this book be on a bookshelf? That’s so weird.
What can I say, Ellen, I operate under a system of constant chaos. I’m that person who doesn’t put anything away because on the rare occasion I do, I’m passing out flyers to everyone in the neighborhood, asking if they’ve seen my beloved precious.
Now it’s my turn to ask you: What is the strangest location you ever found a lost object? Inquiring minds really want to know!