“Why did you do that?” I hate it when I people ask that, especially if it’s obvious I’ve just done something infuriating. Clearly, if I’ve just messed something up, it was an accident, a fault in my thinking, or an oversite. I am rarely in the mood to explore any of those things.

“Where was it last time you saw it?” If I knew that, it wouldn’t be lost. I wouldn’t be looking for it now if I could help it.

Who put this here? Bud and I are retired and live alone. Bud often asks this question. The answer is obvious. If he didn’t put it there, it had to be me.