Monday's, Um...Fictitious Scenario

Let's set up a hypothetical situation here for a moment, shall we?

Let's pretend for a minute that you are really scatterbrained and disorganized. You space out easily and your mind wanders so often that you frequently find yourself contemplating if something you dreamed up really happened. Sometimes you even go so far as to ask someone (sheepishly) if an event really happened or if you dreamed it up. And when they look at you oddly you quickly cover up with a laugh and say, "I'm kidding. Duh-uh. Not like I don't know." And then you slink away more confused than ever.

You've been known to lose your keys for weeks at a time. You think balancing your checkbook is a waste of time. Your idea of a filing system is an empty Huggie's box and wal-mart bags.

You also have this really bad habit of not putting things in their right place. A minor character flaw, you say. While searching for something you've lost, (which happens on an average of 3 to 5 days for any given week) it is not unusual for you to be seen stalking around your house, muttering random phrases like, "Oh. Yeah, this is just greaaat," and, "Never again. Never. Again," while your husband shakes his head and smirks because he's given up hope that you might ever truly see the error of your ways.

Now, some uncaring, insensitive people might go so far as to call your problem pathetic, but you've never really seen it as that. Your favorite excuse for your so-called ailment is the phrase, "I just have better things on my mind," even though you're well aware this is just a simple mask to hide yourself behind. Still, you use terms such as "creative" rather than "spacey", or "organizationally challanged" rather than "messy".

Are you into character yet? Okay, well then, bearing all that in mind... Let's just say that you received a very, very important document in the mail that is very, very difficult to get copies of several (uh, like 9 or 10. or 11) months ago. And, being the non-efficient, better-things-to-do person you are, you opted out of filing this thing in the very, very important documents file with the rest of your very, very important stuff.

Following?

Now. Where is the first place- or last, however you choose to look at it- you might look?

My daughter says, "I know what coulda happened to it, Mom! Maybe it growed footses and lost itself!" (Not saying that this situation really, uh, happened or something, but... you know.. um, if it did, I'm saying.)

Ugh.