Sunday, September 25, 2011

In Mourning of an iPod

Last Christmas, I got the best present I've ever received: an iPod.

Yes, I'm serious.

I love that damn thing.

My iPod, with the cute green case, has saved me time and time again. It's there to check emails in the middle of the night, join a Twitter party while nursing a baby, keep track of my bank balance, entertain my oldest with videos and games and everything else you can think of.

It has even found amazing cookie recipes for me.

I love it.

I sleep next to it every night (it's on my nightstand ever waiting).

Three days ago I used it to take some photos for an upcoming post, put it to the side to play with my girls and then... gone.

Literally.

Up and walked away.

I searched everywhere.

Seriously.

I've searched places an iPod should never go.

Under the fridge, in the pantry, under the stove, in the dumpster (yes, a dumpster), under my bed, in my closet, in the playroom, under the couches, in the couches... On the top bunk, in the magazine bin, the bathroom cabinets, the bathroom drawers, in the fridge, in the silverware drawer.

You get the picture.

I've done all of this every day for three days.

This morning I looked for my charger and noticed it was missing too.

Now, I won't lie.... I have sneaky family members that have stolen stuff from me before.

I'm not calling anyone out, I just have a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Wouldn't I have found it by now?

I just want it back... I want to google while watching cartoons, take photos of random things while on a walk and I want to tweet with my buddies.

Is that to much to ask?

iPod, please come home.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

glad it made it home safe. you are lucky.
-Sara O'B