Call It What You Want...

EVERYONE CAN MOVE AGAIN! The lost is found...both items (but not Jay's pizza pan) appeared under the oven. The assumed scenario is that they got caught on the upper side of the oven drawer and, when the drawer was pulled out, they got pushed back onto the floor. *Please note that I did look there earlier but apparently didn't have the right angle.* Of course Big Mama was asking probing questions like "Could someone have been over and thought it was theirs and taken it with them?" (I don't know, I think that thieving Linda had her hands full with triplets last time she left. Ha ha. And Matt isn't big enough to hide it under his jacket.)

Now I can only hope that Jay's pizza pan turns up somewhere in the Bernheisel home...

No, I have not been sucked into the ABC series that has swallowed so many of my friends. It's my mind. And our pizza peel.

Tell me: How do you lose a slab of wood large enough to hold a family-size pizza?!?!! It's not like you put it into the wrong slot in the silverware drawer or it got stuck behind a piece of mail in the "in" basket.

The other night when my beloved asked where the pizza peel was and I rolled my eyes and asked if he looked in the drawer under the oven (where it goes) and he said "Yes; it's not there," I considered it a case of not looking very well. He's not always known for really digging, and it's probably my fault because I always swoop in and find things for him rather than giving him time to hunt. So when I'd shaken off enough of the plague to sit upright, I sat on the floor and took everything out of said drawer...

And it's not there.

It's not in the cupboard with the large-ish small appliances, or with the pots and pans, or with the baking pans, or with the small small appliances. It's not in the dishwasher, or under the sink, or in the pantry closet, or in the recycling, or in the garage (as far as I can tell). It's not in the dining room, or on the kitchen table, or in the living room being used as a ramp. It hasn't wandered out to either front or back porch.

It has to be somewhere! Things around this house get lost from time to time, but something this size, like I mentioned, doesn't just vanish. (But it seems to have done just that.)

I guess if it doesn't turn up, we know what to get Tim for Christmas.

[Editor's Note: It now seems a little more interesting: my favorite baking sheet has also gone AWOL. It is also large -- to large for the dishwasher, in fact -- leading me to believe the two might be together somewhere. I am going to have to start looking in stupid places, because the smart ones have already been checked...]