My husband is the worst looker for things in the history of the world. When he casually glances around, and doesn't see what he's looking for, he immediately gives up. It's stolen, he'll say. It's gone forever, he'll state. I will respond with the usual query, "Have you looked?"
Humph! Of course he's looked. He's got eye balls that work. Gee Whiz! The thing is, I'm not too sure he's looking or his eyes work.
His iPod that was missing for days, and he even told his Mom in a long distance phone call that it was gone, gone, gone, was actually in his sweatshirt pocket. I looked there first and found it. His truck keys were once missing for ages. We all looked around the house and just when I was thinking yes, they are gone, I went back to the key rack, realized my daughters open backpack was propped up, open, ready to catch anything that fell and sure enough. there was his key.
He also was searching a gravel parking lot awhile back, looking for his work key that he was positive fell out of the truck one late night. Our son found that key in the truck where it had been the whole time.
But this morning takes the cake! My husband comes to the table with his cereal and coffee, sets it down in his place, then goes off looking for something. As his cereal gets soggy, he finally asks, "Babe, have you seen my book?"
The book that is sitting right by your breakfast? That book? The one in plain sight, not buried under paper or sitting behind the flower vase? Yes, I think I know where it is.