I lost my drink! I poured myself a glass of delicious Pinot from the Loire Valley and I haven't even had a sip but it is somewhere in this house and I am wearing pajamas and new cons at 6:45 pm and just realized I'm covered in mud from the garden and am making run-on everythings. Because fuck today.

Regale me us with your tales of losing stupid shit. Or finding stupid shit! Or losing your drink, or your mind, or your self-respect. (Or finding same, though those tales tend to be less dramatic.)

BRB, gonna go check the laundry room.