Where Are My Glasses?
I just put them down on Wednesday, and *poof* they were gone. I haven't seen them since. I am wearing a jury-rigged backup pair of glasses, but I would like my main pair back from whatever parallel dimension they fell into.
My whole life is like this; one big magic trick, featuring disappearing wallets, keys and glasses: Now You See Them? Now You Don't! Ta-Da!!
The missus is mystified, too, at how I can even begin to cope with such a mind in my head. She's just jealous, because her brain has an actual functioning memory in it.
Oh well. I'm off to check the bedroom again.