C'est Moi

... one ever looks when one needs something desperately is the very place where that missing gardem'd item is. when sonny held up the beautifully deep dark red memory stick after fishing it out of the ONE pocket of my laptop bag that i had NOT checked (idiot has never looked worse with me), i burst into tears.

the culprit who had been trying to be helpful the night before in keeping the memory stick in its proper computer bag smiled, coming near me to take the stick from my trembling fingers. he walked to our laptop and pointed to the ports as if to say, "may i put it in, please?"

oh kimi. i knew you could only put it in its proper place.

end result? a very dust-free apartment with all its nooks and crannies vacuumed with a vengeance. not bad for this asthmatic, eh?