February 25th, 2010 | 
Author: As I am sure I have mentioned on numerous occasions my eldest son is a tad bit on the obsessive side when it comes to making sure that all surfaces are clear of papers. For years I have replaced things repeatedly only to have them reappear days after I have replaced them in some strange place, while searching for something completely different. Today was no the exception to this…
I have been searching my house, top to bottom, for a copy of my last transcript so that I could apply for a new position in a different area, but to no avail. Today after going to the university and purchasing not one but two transcripts only an hour later while searching for the location of some medication I found my transcript. It had been neatly tucked in the bottom drawer of my dresser along with a hammer, my comic books, my swimsuit, various computer programs, and my flash drive. This drawer is primarily used for summer shorts so I was a bit surprised to find these items tucked in there, but irony is a cruel mistress in my home.
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