I am a crazy person when it comes to losing things. I agonize over losing even the smallest things--for me it's the ultimate feeling of being irresponsible. For example: once while Steve and I were dating he was helping me pack for a skiing trip. I had a particular chapstick I wanted to bring and couldn't find it, of course. I spent maybe 45 minutes searching for the at-large tube of lip balm (and Steve still married me after that!). I eventually found it, but not in time for that trip.
Today I lost an (utterly, ridiculously) insignificant item at work. I looked everywhere, even retracing my steps to the car, etc. During my search I stumbled across something I lost over a year ago--this earring! One of my favorites, and I still have the match! Funny thing is I bought a similar pair to replace them just last weekend. oh, the irony.
