Oh, where oh where has my little ???gone?

I have come to the conclusion that there are a number of conventions being held and the constituents assemble 'under the radar'. It finally began to click as 'an official plot' when I was in search of a pair of scissors. Because scissors are such a useful tool, I have placed one in every room and occasionally there will be two...the second as back up pair [in the living room and kitchen.] Thus, when I was looking for a scissors and there was none in the living room, I went to the kitchen. There were none to be found in the kitchen. On to the bathroom...none...the dining room...none.

"There must be a scissors convention somewhere because there are none to be found. They have met together somewhere secretly because there isn't a one in plain sight anywhere!!"

The phrase kind of took off and seemed appropriate in other situations...pens! Regardless of the fact that there are probably two hundred fifty pens [ okay, a slight exaggeration] in various places all around the house, the fact remains that if I need one to jot a phone message or write a check...the only ones I can find are the ones that must have been denied admission to 'the pen convention' because they no longer work. And yes, I do throw them out when they become nonfunctional. Even in my pocketbook and in the car, there are either eleven lying around all over the place...or not a one working one. I have now tied one to the notebook where I record the names and phone numbers of people registering for the next driving class.

And now ...a drum roll please... the gold medal winners of the 'among the missing when you really need one' goes to ....the phones. If I had a nickel for every time that I have fished a phone from the 'underbelly of the sofa,' I'd be rich. And when they remain lost and in seclusion for too long, the batteries lose their charge and there's no audible help in locating exactly where the ringing is coming from. My former set of three portable phones became a set of two, and then the two remaining ones malfunctioned once too often to be reliable. I knew it was time to replace them. Trying to outsmart the 'phone convention', I changed brands and bought a package of four thinking there would always be a phone in each room. I realized I was in trouble when while sitting on the couch watching TV, I noticed that there were three phones on the end table next to me...THREE! A phone convention right under my nose! This was not good news.

There's my personal set of bronze, silver, and gold medal winners of ...Coincidental Conventions.. Band aids, phonebooks , and sunglasses get honorable mention.

What kind of conventions are happening in your world...now that you know they really do exist!

Do share! Misery loves company. I must have some kindred spirits who on occasion wonder if they are losing their marbles!!!

Losing your marbles???

Oh...Now I get it...there obviously must be a 'marble convention' somewhere!!