Items that seem to constantly disappear in my house are anything paper - well, paper, toilet paper, paper towels, tissues...I've determined they must be a good snack or something. Anyone else have items that you seem to run out of unreasonably quickly?

Scissors

Hairbrushes

Socks

money

Alcohol!

2the9s said:

Pens! Writing utensils of any kind, especially the ones I'm really attached to... I think my office supplies are plotting against me when I'm not in the room.

The Remote Control...I swear I will be laying in bed with JUST the remote in my hand, put it down because I've found a channel I like, and will have a hard time finding it...I'm lifting blankets, UGHHH

Revolution said:

It jumps, I swear it does. It has a mind of its own. My stereo remote does that. It hates me too, just like my office supplies.

Car keys

Protege said:

there must be a wormhole from your house to my house then

we have pens multiplying down the back of the couch

love life

ZombieKitten said:

i think it's due to holes in the space-time continuum, where things just fall through. sometimes, they reappear up to a year later, right where you know they weren't before.

My sanity.

XxAxX said:

could be but I swear we never had these pens in the first place!! they are from elsewhere

ZombieKitten said:

overlapping dimensions

i lose bookmarks like crazy. i don't know what the deal is there.

i wish i would lose my dirty dishes and they'd reappear clean. that would be nice for a change.

Anx said:

that's what dishwashers can do!!!!

ZombieKitten said:

they're saying in some other thread that dishwashers can heal people, too!

Anx said:

you can steam a fish in one

ZombieKitten said:

can you believe i don't own one? it's like frontier living in my apartment, i swear. i should at least get a wisecracking pterrodactyl to wash my dishes like the flintstones had.

My will-power & ability to make a decision when I find myself driving down Roosevelt Rd. at 3a.m. after a night of clubbing & I pass by the corner that houses a Denny's restaurant and the turf of a certain wide-hipped hooker.

But, boy,
it always fills my heart with much gratitude & appreciation when I realize that I live in a time & society where the biggest dilemna in my life is trying decide what kind of "junk" I'll be slamming into my face for that night.

althom said:

nah hun that went years ago

Ocean said:

althom said:

Nah that would b the boobs under it