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Show Everything is in it's place. til you need it. . prepared for an F for being unable to dress for PE, you find it-usually in plain sight or some really unlikely place like his bedroom closet. Houses with toddlers are some of the worst, as they constantly recycle things through the house. Can openers turn up under the bed, your favorite lipstick might be found in the toilet, dry cereal is spread with reckless abandon in every room and one cracker can provide crumbs for the whole house and if you look for the box, it may be in your bed. Many's the morning I've worn one house-slipper for an hour or so before finding the mate. If we ever lose a button and put it in a special place until we find time to sew it on-well forget it-it's gone forever. I know that somewhere in this house I have loads of good genealogy, but somehow it's never in the box I wrestle down from the top shelf. I was going to write more on this, but I left my desk for a moment and my pen and most of my paper is gone. This subby pencil hurts my fingers. The phantom has struck again! By Mary Gae Evans PAROWAN - It's really kind of spooky; we seem to have a phantom at our house who zaps up all sorts of odds and ends, just when we need them most. For example, the pencil by the phone. It's there until someone calls long distance with an important im-portant message. . . reach for it and it is no where to be found. And the spare that's supposed to be in the desk drawer-gone too. Have you ever tried to write a long phone message on a tiny note pad with a wornout, thick-tipped, felt tip pen. Then there's the paper clips. . . they spill onto the carpet, foul up the vacuum, get made into all sorts of necklaces, and are readily available until you have to have one. Then, none on the floor, no necklaces, nowhere cargyou find one. Tne same is true for rubber bands and safety pins, you'll always have them until you are five minutes late for an appointment ap-pointment and discover your hem is coming out. Then they vanish from every place you've ever kept them, even from the hems of other skirts thus repaired (just until you get around to mending them). Combs are one of my pet peeves. We buy those big bargain packages whenever they go on sale and within a week we are all back to fighting over the one rat-tail comb in the bathroom and it's the one the kids burned the handle off with the last batch of birthday bir-thday candles. And how about the one gym shoe, when the kids arealready late for school; you look everywhere-oven, washer, dishwasher, under beds, couches, kitchen sink-1 sink-1 but it's vanished. But, as I soon as, he's gone to school, |