No-win
I hate the recorder.
Julia hates the recorder.
The damn recorder is lost.
I am not buying a new one, so it better show its sorry yellow self up sometime in the next 24 hours. (Dad, they think they had it while you were here, which means it has to be in the apartment somewhere. Can you confirm that it was here at some point while you were?)
That is all.
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Confirmed.
I think I last saw it on the new wire shelving cubes, maybe the top one, sticking out from clothing. It was somewhere at eye level. Or maybe on the top bunk. And maybe check the floor on both sides of the bunk beds.
At some level, it sort of depends on how badly you want to find it, doesn't it.
Obviously you will let me (and the rest of your vast readership) know where it is found...
(Guess you were really desperate for a post today?!)
:)
No, I have other things I could post. Pictures of the girls at the fair this weekend and everything.
But that was what I had to say this afternoon.
I've checked on, under and between every surface in that room, and most of the surfaces in the other ones. Including under and down the couch, and in the car.
It has to be either found or replaced. Ergo, it Has To Be Found.
Either my memory was faulty, or gremlins have moved it. Sorry I couldn't lead you to it!
"...sticking out from clothing..."
Could it have gotten put into a drawer or into the laundry with some surrounding clothes?
Hey, it beats "duh..."
Listen for the sound of "Greensleeves"... and follow it...
Yeah, I hate the recorder, too.
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