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so evidently the mojo about the missing camera was good, cuz it was located about 15 minutes after jozjozjoz reported it missing.

i was reading in the bedroom (the warmest room in the house when the space heater is on) and she opened the door and said, “have you seen my grey sweats?” she looked on the floor and the pile of clothes that had previously been there was gone. “well, if you put them in the laundry, they’re in the washing machine.” i said this without really looking up from my book. i did look up to see one worried jozjozjoz staring at me, wide-eyed. “did you forget to empty your pockets?” i asked, rather casually. “yeah, and it’s not funny, either. very non-washable stuff in there.” this last part was said as she turned and walked to the service porch where the washing machine is.

this was enough to get me to put my book down and get out of the nice warm bed. i went to the service porch to find that she had pulled the laundry out of the washer and was searching the pockets of every item. “camera and phone.” was all she said, her attention on the wet garments.

wait. she washed her camera and her phone?

well, the phone was actually on the floor in the bedroom– i’d seen it when i walked into the room. it was plugged in, oblivious to the panic and seemingly ignorant of the whereabouts of its traveling companion, the (almost) new digital camera.

so then it became a search of everywhere jozjozjoz had gone when she got home, including the cabinets in the kitchen, the linen closet, the bathroom, the refrigerator, the office, the car and the path from the car to the front door. no camera in sight.

the panic began to set in. and then came the tears. “i can’t have lost the camera. it was expensive. i just got it. there were so many pictures on it. i can’t understand what happened to it.” all the while tears are streaming down her face. “see what happens when i put things away? i lose them!” somehow this was very logical in the jozjozjoz mind. see, this was the first time she’d actually come home and put everything in its rightful place before taking a shower and relaxing. i tried to explain that if she knew that she had the camera when she came into the house, that it still was in the house. it hadn’t grown legs and walked out. and since it wasn’t in the washer, chances were good it was safe. still the tears…

so we were back in the bedroom, looking under the bed and in all the drawers. jozjozjoz had moved my book to look under the covers of the bed. i picked up the book and the clothes that were under the book, and what do i find? one (almost) new camera. at which point i asked, “would you please explain how exactly this got here, under these clothes?” i think jozjozjoz was in shock, because she didn’t really explain, she just looked at the camera and didn’t say a thing for a good 30 seconds. i handed her the camera and picked up my book. jozjozjoz said, “you’re on page 305.”

turns out that when jozjozjoz went to change out of her sweats and into her pj’s, she emptied her pockets onto the nightstand, and then moved some clothes that were on top of her pj’s onto the nightstand, and that’s how she lost her camera.

but yes, i rule.