Its always the damn way. You lose something, you search high and low for it. You tear your room apart, and put it all back together again. Still it doesn't show. You're so frustrated. You go out and replace it.
Only to have said item appear first thing the next morning.
Yep. You guessed it. I did find my brush. This morning. Before I even got out of bed. I said I thought it might be in my bed. And I checked there. THREE times! This morning I was wriggling around in bed, enjoying it. Mind out of the gutter everybody. Bed is one of my favorite places to be. And I was rubbing my feet against the foot of my bed. It didn't feel quite right. I thought to myself 'I think I just found my hairbrush'. And I had.
Stuck between the doona and the blanket. AND THEN wedged between the end of the mattress and the end of the bed.
This isn't MY bed. Its a store model. Mine has heaps more pillows, a few stuffed toys, the occasional cat, and is only made when I change the sheets or I think I'm gonna get laid.
Plus that sheet set is fucking hideous.