When anything goes missing around my house, it's generally either the cat or my daughter, neither of which were around at the time. So, I gots no scapegoat on this one.
My wife also loses tons of stuff, but thankfully it's all her own junk. Except the little scissors I use to trim my moustache--she's all the time borrowing the things because she doesn't want to dull her own scissors by actually, y'know, CUTTING something with them.
I suspect the disc fell in a box full of junk (we moved around that time, and I've still got a huge pile of boxes that haven't been unpacked in years...procrastination for teh win, eh?). In which case even if I find it, it's totally fucked by now.
“Why the fuck would you ... ?” is like 80% of the conversation with Poly — Chimpy
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