Don't you hate it when you spend 2 or 3 hours searching each of the ten places something could be only to come up empty? I've spent the past week looking for something that I know is here, somewhere. There are only three other places it could be:
- The attic - I'm not looking forward to searching up there
- Two closed boxes at the bottom of the pile in the shed - I can't get there without help ... and that would ruin the surprise.
