...or crochet hooks in the garbage! Yup. In the garbage. That's where I found this little baby at 2:00 a.m. last night!
My poor cat had to hide from the trucker-talk spewing forth from his demented owner, as she tore the place apart looking for the hook.
I had stayed up trying - in vain - to finish exercise # 3 of T.A.T. Not successful, I was grumpy to begin with, and then the hook was nowhere to be seen.
No kids to blame, I had to just tough it out, re-do my steps and hunt.
In the end, I gave up and had the ironic thought that I must have thrown it in the trash. Bingo!
Better than my paycheck; I have been know to do that too.
Absentmindedness is such a joy.