Lost

I have lost my very favorite paring knife.  I don't care that it wasn't the sharpest tool in the drawer, that it was older than most of my readers, that the tip was broke off years ago when I was trying to use it for a pry bar.  It was my very favorite and now it's gone.

I suppose it went the same place my instant meat thermometer went.  I never have found it.  On the other hand, it could be where my lost potato masher hid.  I found it right where it belonged the day after I bought another one.

I haven't replaced my knife yet. I haven't given up hope that it will come home to momma.

You see, sometimes my little pooka hides things around the house and I find them eventually.  Usually the day after I spend money replacing something or whenever it will make me look the silliest. 

I know it's probably not the pooka at all, but it's better for my ego to blame it on him than admit it's just me.