This “thing” has been living in my brain.  Why do I own exactly one good pair of scissors, and why does it vanish just when I need to open a package?

My observation is not just about that pair of scissors.  It is about that persistent scavenger hunt for objects I definitely own but can never locate. Chargers. Tupperware lids. That one earring.

Anyway, I am starting a a new rule: everything gets its own special home.  With lots of construction in my house, there is more room to assign home spots.  Groundbreaking? I’m sure not.  But a little life changing. 

What is the one object that always disappears on you?