Pen in the Haystack

Do you ever lose things in your house? Welcome to my life. I am sure I have blogged about the frickin Montblanc pen that I keep looking for. I know that bitch is tucked away in a purse laughing at me. I just did one of those neurotic, mustfinditnow, exercises. I dug through all my purses (again). Here's what I found:

• 7 bucks--cool
• £2 (yay I just figured out how to do the pound symbol). What good is £2 (option 3 by the way) to me here???
• 2 almost brand new pressed powders. Good, but I just bought another one last week...
• Enough tampons to provide feminine protection for the entire state of Florida for the next year.
• Several corks. As in wine. This may not be a good sign...
• A couple of nice lipglosses...excellent.
• Some of my business cards that have "RN" after my name. The last batch they sent me were without the RN. Glad I found those.
• Lots of crumbled up receipts from Target.
• My nice prescription sunglasses (didn't even know I had lost them thanks to new contacts).
• 3 headsets--one set being my nice ones to listen to music. Again, excellent.
• Lots of smashed up PowerBars. I don't even like PowerBars.
• An almost full bottle of Xanax from more than a year ago. Bonus! and an excellent sign that I am not a druggie.
• Lots of gum. My purses smell minty fresh.
• Tons of pens...but not the FUCKING pen I am looking for.

Just like anything in life, that pen will show up when I least expect it!