So since I have returned from Panama I realize that I have lost or forgotten the location of many of the things I used everyday prior to my trip. Every once in a while I will stumble upon them as I am going through things in my room. Because of this, it does not usually bother me too much if I can't find something. I know it will eventually show up. There is one situation, however, where this did not hold true.

When I returned to the States, it was the beginning of spring time. The birds were singing, the sun was shining, the trees and flowers were budding and the pollen was flying. This created a need to break out the Kleenex/Puffs/Generic Store Brand Tissues. When I was finished blowing my nose, I looked over in the corner of my room to see that my trash can was missing. This confused me greatly because I knew I could not have misplaced it. It never gets moved; I just take the bag out and then reline the can rather than taking the entire can out to the dumpster. I was quite perturbed because I had no idea what could have happened to it. I didn't think anyone would have taken it since everyone has their own trashcans, and there was no way I could have misplaced it.

I was determined to solve the mystery so I ask the members of my household if they knew the whereabouts of my trashcan. I discovered that a to-remain-nameless individual had stolen my trashcan and was using it in the basement. My sister ran downstairs and brought it to the family room. "I found your trashcan," she told me triumphantly, right before she dropped it on the floor and broke it.

So now I have no trashcan.