Damn Nora, I hate when that shit happens. Also, what Cindy said.

Tom's going to go home at lunch and double check every cabinet, the fridge, and the stove- he is wondering if he didn't put it away mindlessly while putting the other stuff in the rack away.

Yay, Raq!

We'll have to meet up. Hubs and I aren't that far from the other end of Reston Parkway/West Ox Road.

I love Mal stories. I don't think they count as gratutious posts. He's so precious.

Someone who has keys to our house came in and took it. (WHY? I don't know. It was buried under crap, not really out there).

Ghosts.

Probably not a one of those.

Did you check the backpack? I mean, I know you said you made a conscious decision to leave it in the rack, but there have been plenty of times I've done something like that, then spaced out about the fact that I rescinded the decision and did the opposite, after.

Tom's going to go home at lunch and double check every cabinet, the fridge, and the stove- he is wondering if he didn't put it away mindlessly while putting the other stuff in the rack away.

I can understand you freaking first thing this morning, because it's just weird. But that said, the odds are huge that one of you did something stupid with it, and it will eventually turn up, like in a linen closet, or on the back of the toilet, or under a sink, or somewhere dumber than dumb.

They're slightly less in favor of S lying, because what would be the motive. She lives there. She used a cup. No biggie. Is there big tension between you, in general, otherwise? I mean, I know it's not comfortable having long term house guests, and that there's been some discomfort with her there, and issue with her departure date, etc., but I mean above and beyond that. Even though I guessed she was lying, earlier, unless she had a tremendous judgment lapse because of pre-existing tensions, I can't understand anyone lying about something so trivial.

Maybe it's not worth freaking to the point of Tom sacrificing his lunch time?

Nora I'm pretty sure somebody just picked up the cup unthinkingly and set it down where it doesn't belong and did not even notice what their hands were doing for whatever distracting reason.

People do this. Our bodies do a lot of automatic behaviors.

Did you check the backpack?

Yes.

Tom was going to go run some errands anyway at lunch. So hopefully he will find it wherever it has been mistakenly put, which is the most likely scenario.

Sorry for the freakout. I know it reads as mundane and kinda hysterical but it is seriously pinging me. The fact that my sorta insane and unmedicated friend who hates me now has joked many times about freaking people out by sneaking in their houses and moving or taking random things as a "Scooby-Doo" tactic of intimidation is also in the back of my head. Plus the fact that other everyday things have just up and disappeared as of late, things that the owner/user (either Tom, myself, or S.) could SWEAR were in a particular place, then gone in the morning.

Logically, I know it's just misplaced or whatever, but the number of events seem to be increased lately, and I just am wired up to 11 about this morning.

I am really trying to fight the fearful nefarious conclusions my stupid paranoid lizard brain is jumping to.

I am pretty certain S. doesn't have anything to do with it. As mentioned, no need to lie/cover up over something so stupid.

Anyway. I know this is eye rolly to the extreme.

It's not eye-rolly. It just makes me feel sorry for you and Tom. I know what a frustration that sort of misplacement/disappearing act is. I didn't mean to minimize it. I hope you find it and feel better about it, too.

Nora, it's not eye rolly at all. There are reasons why you're reacting this way, and you came here to ask us to help you calm down. That's what we're here for.

I'm sure it's gonna be fine, but in the meantime, know we're here to help you calm down and think of other options.

I didn't mean to minimize it.

You're not. I'm just also freaking out that my brain is broken and I'm paranoid about people coming to get me and should I call my psychiatrist?

Dude. I am not OK in the head today. Building off the awfullness of yesterday. Ugh.

I am pretty certain S. doesn't have anything to do with it. As mentioned, no need to lie/cover up over something so stupid.

I'm not so sure about this -- it's sort of a knee-jerk left over from childhood (when the kid gets caught with a ball in hand, standing next to a broken lamp and says, "I didn't do it!") for some people.

YAY for Raq in D.C.! I'm so looking forward to all my new Buffista neighbors! Hil and I can even try on each other's shoes!

In the spirit of being a lame duck here at work, I am leaving early today.