There's nothing I hate more than tearing through the house looking for something when I'm this tired
Somewhere in this house is a check for about $250 I was carrying in my hands this evening, shortly after I tore it off of the piece of paper it was attached to when it was mailed to us. I thought I put it on the fridge or in my checkbook. Instead, I ... left it somewhere. And we've been in every darned room in the house tonight. We looked for it for nearly half an hour before giving up. The chance of my seeing it again are pretty damned small. This sucks.