Bill lost his giant set of work keys.
Sean lost one of his giant Christmas shoes. (The other one still sits on the front porch waiting for its mate ... )
Margaret lost her homework packet.
I lost my groovy little wallet/bag/thing with my iPod chords and my 1 gig jump drive.
I hate losing things. I feel so discombobulated and am now fearful that everything is going to get lost. I keep checking my purse and bag over and over again.
Maybe it's just another manifestation of what I'm sure is going to blossom into a full-blown, keeping-my-pee-in-jars case of OCD.