Some of my grandchildren. Two of them live in the Black Hole. They know who they are.
My husband and I live on the ground floor of my daughter's large house. We originally moved here so I could babysit my granddaughter. Now that she is 13 and my daughter quit her job, I am officially retired.
One thing about living here is that my three granddaughters and one grandson borrow my stuff. When they borrow my stuff I never see it again. I call my daughter's place The Black Hole since once they have my stuff it is gone forever.
My husband however doesn't see things that way. He actually believes he can go upstairs and find something. Time and time again he spends fruitless hours searching for his favoirite movie or underwear. I don't know why he bothers.
The last thing that went missing was our full length mirror, which was hanging on the bathroom door. I turned around one day to check out how I looked (always risky), and behold, no mirror! Well, I registered the fact the mirror was gone, but as soon as I left the bathroom I forgot about it until the next day when I turned around once again to check out how I looked.
A few days later my husband said to me, "The bathroom mirror is gone."
I answered, "Yes, I know."
He asked, "Where is it?"
"I don't know," I replied.
"Well, aren't you going to look for it?" he asked. And this is where we differ. No, I am not going to look for it because I just don't care any more.
So, my husband went searching and it is too big to lose so he found it hanging on my grandson's door. Oh yes, he put it there for his girlfriend to put makeup on so she doesn't have to see anyone (she is painfully shy).
My husband thought he had won a battle and hung it back in the bathroom, but the mirror keeps diasppearing. I never know when it will be there. Oh well, at least I know where it is if I really need it.
