Some people lose keys. I - typically - do not. My keys have a very specific home.
Some people lose single socks. I - typically - do not. I used to before having an in-unit washer/dryer, but now that I do, I actually can’t remember the last time one of my socks lost their mate. It’s rare.
Some people lose pens. Again, I’m normally on top of my pens as well. I hyper-fixate on one or at a time and you can always either find my current pen obsession at my desk or on my coffee table. Not many places for me to lose a pen.
And some people lose their hair clips and hair ties. Not I. Similarly to pens, I go through phases. Currently, a black rubber-backed mini claw clip is either in my hair, around a finger, or clipped around my shirt hem. And I think I’ve been using the same elastic to work out in for the past few months. Living alone has its perks … no one to steal my hair ties (and yes, this is a subtle dig at me growing up with 3 sisters and a mother).
However.
Please, no one ask me where my ANY of my lip products are.
My apartment is not huge. There aren’t that many places for my brand new Summer Fridays lip gloss to hide. Yet it has now been MIA for the last three weeks. Three weeks ago, I might have been able to track my steps and figure out where I last had it. Key word might. Now? That thing is long gone. I will only again be graced by its presence when I finally relent and buy another one.
Until then, the Burts Bees chapstick that I just found in the pocket of my ski jacket (I haven’t skied in two seasons) while I was looking for cash (fortunately I did also find a 20) will have to do.