Did you ever have an article of clothing go *poof* and totally disappear?

I'd welcome that Twilight Zone music at this point if I would only see the blouse where I've already looked... 4 times now. (Yeah, I had to look again, everywhere. It's bothering me, too, BIG TIME.) The idea that I've lost a little bit more of my brain, the part that SEES things we look at, is more appealing than old Indian ghosts taking whatever they want. There is the highly unlikely scenario where my husband came home from work and actually did laundry before I got back from seeing the doctor but that really is unlikely since, when I came home, he was lying on his bed, taking a nap. However, it is something I haven't looked into so I'll just have to go have a peek in the laundry room.

Reminds me of the time I went back to Target looking for my black sweat jacket. It wasn't in the dressing room. It wasn't in the lost and found. It wasn't in the car. It wasn't in the house. I hadn't been anywhere else. it eventually turned up in the dirty laundry. May yours turn up too!

Yep, dirty laundry. There it was, sitting in a pile on the floor (typical husband-like thing to do) in the laundry room. Apparently, he had taken the dirty laundry downstairs which is something he almost never does, plus he only had a short period of time to do it before I got home. Maybe he's trying to get me to stay? Sadly, too little, too late. At least I have my blouse again and it wasn't old Indian ghosts.

Fortunately, I had boys. No girls to "borrow" my things. If my boys wanted my things, well, I guess I'd have to tell them that my things aren't their size. Besides, they're not here. The only other person in the house when it went missing was my husband. I finally had a look in the laundry room in the basement and there it was. Apparently, my husband actually did some laundry! It was just really weird since he almost never does anything around here and he had only a small window of time after he got home from work and I got home from the doctor/pharmacy in which to do anything at all. Just one of those things, I suppose. Maybe there was a full moon last night. He's just such a lazy man that I would never have thought about it except that it was driving me crazy and I HAD to find it. But, mystery solved. Old Indian ghosts didn't take it after all.

I found the blouse. I NEVER thought about it getting moved the way it was because, well, if you knew my husband, you'd understand. I normally do the laundry because he won't touch it. That's what I thought, anyway. He had picked up all his dirty clothes (he just throws his wherever he happens to be when he takes them off and they stay there until I pick them up, usually) and grabbed my blouse along with his clothes and took everything down to the laundry room. It figures, the only time I've known him to have anything to do with the laundry was when that blouse of mine was on the bed. He didn't remember taking my blouse with his clothes, though, so he didn't say a word. It was on a hunch of mine that I thought to check the laundry room. My smallest dog had lost her favorite squeeky toy once. We searched the house at least five times, top to bottom, but couldn't find her toy. I thought it had gotten thrown in the trash by accident. She LOVES this specific toy and was so sad. I bought her other toys but they weren't THAT toy, you know? About a year later, I was getting ready to put a new mattress topper on my mattress and pulled off the old one. SOMEHOW, her toy had managed to get between my mattress and the topper. My dog was beside herself with happiness! She had her toy back! It was so sweet, the way she acted, it brought tears to my eyes. But, how that toy got between those two things without me noticing, I'll never know.

Wow! You've reminded me of something from my past. We had a spirit in the house I grew up in. He was friendly and tried not to scare anyone, at least not after the first "meeting". He was also very clumsy and was always knocking things over but would always put them back where they were, slightly off from where they were so we knew what it was. Once, I heard him brushing his teeth. It was only myself and my mother in the house and I thought she was brushing her teeth and I had something to ask her so I called her. She answered from the other side of the house. I said, "Aren't you in the bathroom?" "No, why?" "Because someone is brushing their teeth right now." It was our ghost. He was cool and I missed him terribly when we moved from that house. The way things have gone missing in this house I'm in now says we may just have another spirit, unless my dogs have become very adept at comfiscating things and hiding them. I had a cat once who loved to steal dimes. She would watch me when I was rolling change to take to the bank and run in, grab a dime, then run off again, only to be back a minute later, waiting for her chance to steal another one. Always dimes, nothing else.

Lol, I'm glad I was able to remind you of happy times gone by. Your dog sounds like she likes shiny objects. Dimes are really shiny more so than the other coins. You just may have a spirit where you are now too. I don't mind them as long as there is no trouble or a feeling of pending trouble. I can tell and I know when as vicious entity is in my home. I get rid of them. They are not allowed to stay here.

Oh, man, that sucks! I would HATE to need to cut the grass but be unable because I couldn't find the key. I keep the key to our rider mower in the ignition all the time. That's because I don't have to worry about any thieves around here. Not only is this a private community but our house is the most "open" (view-wise) of all the houses around here, meaning a thief would think twice about stealing anything from us because there's only one exit for one thing and for another, there's no way anyone could get near our house without the neighbors seeing and the dogs barking their heads off. There are a few advantages to living here out in the sticks. If I lost the key to my mower, I'd go nuts! I wonder if those keys are "generic"? I mean, could you just order another one from the manufacturer of the mower? If not, you're going to have to have a new ignition/key made for the mower. I'm sure there are people out there who could start the mower without the key (like car thieves who hotwire the cars) but other than that, I couldn't help you. I sure hope you can find your key soon!

Well, I hope she's finished with it soon! I don't mind sharing, I would just like to be asked first, even by a ghost.