Well, my wife and I have officially joined the "Where's My Stuff?" brigade. When we stripped our bed linens for laundering last week, my wife's favorite down pillow simply disappeared. It is not under the bed. It is not in the laundry room. It is not in the closet. She is not wearing it on her head. We have no idea where it went. It seems to have just fallen into another dimension. A wormhole that can eat socks, guitar picks and pocketchange is one thing, but one that can consume an Eiderdown bed pillow is scary. I'm keeping the cats out of that part of the house just in case.

Bruce