Black Hole

Posted on 13. May, 2009 by Deb in The Girl

“My room is a black hole.  I never find half the stuff I bring.”  So was the lament of my youngest child on Sunday night and Monday morning.  Missing were a camera, IPod headphones, a white camisole, and a blue blouse.  I managed to find most of her things  before she left to go to her father’s – except the camera.

I don’t know how she  loses random objects as she goes through the day.  To be honest,  I don’t know how I do it, either.   Finding some things is a snap; other objects never appear no matter how diligent the prayers to Saint Anthony may be.

Today, I sat on the sofa in my office  to read for a bit.  The gold hoop on my left ear managed to come unhooked and fall between the cushions of the couch,  and as I reached down to retrieve it, I found the missing camera.

The black hole of the couch cushions, however, ate the earring.  Maybe it will turn up under her bed.

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2 Responses to “Black Hole”

  1. Youngest

    13. May, 2009

    This proves that blackholes are just wormholes to other parts of the universe– Specifically our house.
    And you didn’t find my blue shirt!

  2. Carmi

    14. May, 2009

    I often joke that I should put a dollar aside for every time I misplace something. Sometimes, just getting out of the house in one piece in the morning is an achievement – between missing keys, BlackBerry, hat, shoes and cameras, I have no idea how I function some days!

    Thanks for the reminder that I’m not alone in this :)