The case of the missing cellphone continues to baffle me. I felt like CSI last night, crawling around with a flashlight. I found a lot of little things: two of the cats' balls, the heating pad that's ben missing since September and candy wrappers -- in a clear violation of the rule of no food in the bedrooms.

The rooms are getting a good going over, but if my cellphone sprouted legs, they must have been muscular because they've got such a head start.

I know the moment I buy a new phone, the old one will show up and I will not be amused.