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About a month ago I lost my phone somewhere in my house. I still have not found it.
What really stings is that the thing I was doing with it when I lost it was creating a backup onto a flash drive, which is lost along with it.
Each time looking for it for at least 10 minutes, so this time I’m going to put it at the logical place.
Time passes…
Looking for hours at the four logical places I could’ve put it, then giving up. Coming across it a week later and thinking “well that IS a logical place for it to be”
My wife always just gets mad and implies that I (the primary cleaner of the house) moved or misplaced her perpetually lost items, and 10/10 times she figures out that it was indeed her own goddamn self who misplaced said thing. Truly, this has happened almost weekly for well over a decade and I swear it has never been me.
I don’t even get annoyed anymore. I find immediate satisfaction in knowing she’s eventually going to realize she played herself.
I am the wife in this scenario. Although I really suspect she does throw shit out without consulting me.
Do you also leave a mix of both dirty and “clean” clothes laying about on the bathroom/bedroom floor all week, and then get irritated when your partner eventually picks them up and puts them in the dirty laundry hamper? 😅
They’re sorting piles!
Evangelion colors
evangelion theme suddenly fills all our heads
an amalgam of anime themes fills my head as I frantically search my brain for where I put the Evangelion theme
On more than one occasion I’ve completely lost my phone, sometimes for an hour or two because it was sitting on a black surface on my desk, in the kitchen or in my bedroom.
I refuse to get dark cases for this reason! I have too much black
more than once, I’ve found myself using the flashlight on my phone to look for my phone.
Thank god this is one thing I don’t really have an issue with. I grew up watching my dad constantly lose and forget literally everything important all the time, which I think trained me to always keep track of shit. On the bad side, on the 1/100 times I genuinely have no clue where something is, and it’s not in the spot I thought it was, I get extra upset
That’s fine when you live alone, but it is going to make relationships difficult. Oof, and you will murder any children you have before they reach 3 years old.
