Where, Oh Where?

I grocery shopped last Thursday, I had vanilla extract on my shopping list and bought a bottle, I know I did. Where in the world did I put it when I got home? It's one of life's great mysteries! I had all the ingredients assembled to bake a pound cake yesterday. The butter was softened and the five eggs had reached room temperature; I looked for the vanilla, the space where I keep it in on the carousel was empty. Huh? I turned the kitchen upside down. I rummaged through the pantry, not once, but twice. OK, I'll admit it, I even looked in the refrigerator! No vanilla. Strange. I found my grocery receipt. It was on there... as odd as this may sound I was relieved to see the proof of purchase even though it still didn't help in the cake baking process. My husband came to the rescue and stopped at the store for me on his way home from work. He brought me TWO bottles! In case I misplace another one? Maybe, he knows me. He asked me if I'd searched my car. I hadn't done that, but it was a good idea; even though I didn't find the vanilla there I did locate my umbrella and discovered an extension cord that I'd taken with me to church a while ago. During all of this searching I was reminded of the time I found a brick of cheese in the trunk of my car that had escaped from a slippery grocery bag weeks earlier, but that's another story for another day! While I was entertaining my Bee last evening I happened upon a long-lost spool of blue thread on the floor of my stash closet! The cat had been chasing it, well over a month ago, and after she'd tired of that game I never could find that thread again. I had finally stopped hunting for it and replaced the spool when I was out shopping one day. Perhaps that's the best policy to adopt with the vanilla, now that I have two bottles. Let it turn up on its own; clearly, it's not ready to reveal itself just yet.

Life is Good!

17. Eat right.