Lets face it. I'll never be a mastermind criminal...I leave a trail as big as a highway. Poor Cindy, whether she wants to or not, she keeps discovering it...all over! A while ago I house-sat for them which was convenient because my grandparents were staying in my room. Somewhere in that time frame I lost my debit card. I have the bad habit of sticking cards in my back pocket so I really didn't know where I had lost it. I called the gas station, I scanned her guest bedroom. (Which surpasses the guest bedroom standards set by Anne Shirley) and didn't find it. I called in for a new card, and sure enough, when she was thoroughly tidying and moving furniture in an effective manner that Cindy has mastered and she found my card. Ugh. I felt so silly. Well...several weeks after staying at her house I realise the silver band I took from my mom's childhood jewelry stash was no longer on my finger. Something you'd think I'd notice right? Wrong. Apparently it had been missing since I stayed at Cindy's house. I'm notorious for taking rings off in my sleep and sure enough Cindy recently found my ring. In the same room. Along with a pair of socks I also apparently took off in my sleep. Cindy very kindly returned them to me at dinner last night.
Think I'm done? Oh no, it doesn't stop there. Guess what else? This morning I got a call reporting that she had found my iPod cover that I enjoy very much. Apparently other people preferred the cover too because I got quite a few comments on the sock I was using as a substitute. Thanks Cindy, for being such a great detective! Ill try to stop misplacing so much of my stuff!
