hildy89 | A watched pot never boils...

And a searched for necklace will never be found. Since I came back from Florida, I had misplaced the necklace I bought at the Ren Faire. I grumbled, I pouted and I cleaned and I tried in vain to remember where I had last seen it. As hard as I tried, though, I couldn't find it. I even took out my frustration on dessert. My kitchen smells like Betty Crocker's Warm Delights chocolate cake mix. After a second and more successful attempt, I retired to an evening of a chocolate cake and "Cupid". I had forgotten how deliciously snarky that first episode was. When that was over, I went back into my room and put back all the stuff I had taken off my tv cabinet in my cleaning process. Only to bend down and what did my eyes see but the shining silver of the necklace. It had fallen on the floor in between my collection of notebooks.

The law of averages continues to reassert itself...