the case of the phantom coat.

Do you know what I hate more than anything? When you can't find something. And not just when you can't find something, but when it disappears... like when you have looked everywhere and you don't remember any specific place that you might have left it, and then eventually you just have to give up and move on and hope that one day six months from now it will turn up in some random place that you know you looked five times.

Like Carter's coat. While I was at my parents house it just disappeared...

And we looked and looked and LOOKED. But we could NOT find it. I swear it just disappeared.

And then we moved, so long little orange coat you were a good friend to my son.

I shrugged it off since I was pretty sure we'd have absolutely no use for a snow coat in Arizona.

So we're here now, and we've been swimming and wearing shorts and sandals. It is delicious.

But yesterday one of Carter's sandals disappeared and I've looked and looked...