I still haven't found my hairbrush. Its been a week or so. And I'm beginning to go insane. I bought myself a new brush tonight. I hate it already, just on principle. Its just not the same. My old brush was rectangular. This one is round. My old brush was slightly squishy. This one is hard. The old brush used to have all of its little pokey bits massaging your head. This one has about two rows only. I want my old brush back.
The damn villain who stole my hairbrush has now also taken my hand cream. I'm beginning to suspect the cat. She's been known to steal stuff (like other peoples clothes and *possibly* dirty underwear) and stash it in unexpected places (like in my bed). There's nothing quite like getting ready for bed one night, pulling back the covers and seeing someones possibly dirty underwear. It really makes you wonder if you got secretly drunk/high the night before. I dread the day when she finds a real mouse.