I've lost something, and this is rather distressing.
My earmuffs. My earmuffs have gone missing.
I've realized that I have lots of headgear. I've got hats to keep me in all kinds of warmness in weather ranging from bone chilling to just slightly cool. Then, when things cross over that line, I've got hats to keep me cool.
But I've only one pair of earmuffs. Well... I HAD one pair of earmuffs. They've gone missing.
I last remember wearing them last Friday when I went walking with China. I've looked in all of the obvious places, including my head. No earmuffs.
Magnum says, maybe it's karma, "for stealing that Mickey Mouse hat".
But I did NOT steal that Mickey Mouse hat. If anything, I rescued the poor thing!
Either way, I am now earmuff-less. But it's not a tragedy. I'm putting things in perspective. Others have lost much more.
Anyone who even remotely follows the sport of boxing knows who Manny Pacquiao is. My half Filipino heart half follows.
He lost over the weekend. He punishingly lost consciousness. He took a big nap on the canvas, and the image of his nap has been showing up everywhere ever since. Oh look, here's another one...
Then there's Anne Hathaway who, I guess, lost her underpants. Then she had a wardrobe malfunction (likely story) captured on camera. I'm not putting that image on my blog.
Some lower profile losers from my small world have recently lost homework (mmm hmmm....), an iPhone, prescription glasses, a gold necklace, and one chihuahua.
I can live without earmuffs, I'm telling myself. But June came by today wearing some awesome leopard skin patterned earmuffs, and now I have earmuff envy.
I can live without earmuffs, but I'd prefer not to. Have you seen them?? I'm a sore loser.