AreToo Blogging

Doing what he does best, distracting me from the other stuff: Yesterday my hair brush went missing. I keep it on the bathroom window sill, but sometimes absently-mindedly leave it somewhere else if I've been wandering around while brushing. But looking in all the probable places, nothing. Looking again, nothing. And again. And again, because where in the world could it possibly be? And mind you, I need that hair brush - my hair is not combable, and I didn't want to go public looking like Lucy at her scruffiest. Eventually I remembered an old brush, which was actually where I remembered it being. Whew! This morning I hear a clatter, and it's the usual bathroom culprit, the Droid. And it's the old hairbrush that's on the floor, with the handsome little guy looking so proud. That's it, I said - You go fetch me my good hairbrush right this minute! Neither of us moved, but I was suddenly aware of the desired green hairbrush, on the floor, way behind the base of the toilet. He looked even prouder...