My Memories Ran Away

I am still on the search for that blasted wedding album. I mean really... how many people out there misplace a white, satin photo album covered with lace and ribbons? When I couldn't find it last year, I chuckled to myself and moved on. Now that I still can't find it this year, my funky memory glitch is not-so-funny.

Where would I have put it?

Not in the cedar chest. I distinctly remember removing it from that cedar chest for the sole reason that I wanted easier access to those pictures. Just to be certain, however, I have looked in that chest two times in the last couple of weeks. The only thing I've gained from those fruitless searches is happy memories and unfolded laundry.

I looked under the bed. I don't know why I would have put it there, but under the guise of easier access, it seemed like a logical place to look (my under-the-bed is pretty sparse, in case you're wondering; you can easily see what is under there, dust bunnies and all). And speaking of dust bunnies, that is the only thing I found.

Night stand? No.

Closet? Not from what I can tell (and that should tell you why the under-the-bed is clean... it's all in the closet). I've checked the floor. I've semi went through the shelves. The daughter seems certain that's where it'll be. She could be right, but boy.... if it's there, I don't know where. Like I said, the thing is big and white and dripping with ribbons. It oughta stand out. I'm gonna conduct a more in-depth look tomorrow night. 

Because after that, I'm out of ideas.

And I'd really like to find it. Wednesday is the BIG day. Subjecting the family to the wedding video is not enough. They need to fully experience the wedding album one more time, not to mention listen to the stories that go with each picture. There's nothing I like better than a captive audience.

Unless someone in that captive audience figured out how to avoid the mom-forced memory hour.

Maybe I should look under their beds.