Sunday, I needed my tape measure. There are only a couple of places it could have been (should have been). So I checked there first and NO. So I moved onto the next logical spot, then the next, until I found myself starting to look in obscure places like the bedroom, even down the back of the couch. I didn't go as far as asking Azz (the dog) if he'd seen it, but was close to it. In the end I gave up feeling very frustrated.
Hours later I looked down and there it was in clear view. How could I have missed it? Too obvious perhaps? It did and still does make me smile when I think about it.