I Admit Defeat

My room is very clean. K might not agree because there are books stacked upwards on my bookshelf and dvd's overflowing off my shelves that I could probably find a more neat way to store. But I've gone through my closet, my clothes, looked under my bed, looked under my dresser, computer stand, and bookshelves, thrown out a huge bag of recycling and a huge bag of garbage, and put together a big bag of stuff to go to the DI (Deseret Industries, which is like the Mormon version of Good Will--we have one in my city now). And to be honest, I am very tempted to go through my bookshelf, cd's, and dvd's for reasons I won't go into here. But I've got to put my foot down somewhere. I've done my laundry, cleaned my bathroom, made my bed, and prepared for the glorious arrival of my sister on Sunday. Plus I'm all packed for a little road trip I'm going on tomorrow. I'm feeling quite in order.

My point is this: I give up. I have looked EVERYWHERE for my Netflix DVD. Including under the beanbags, in many of my books, in my dresser drawers (leading to the purge of clothes going to the DI, which was long overdue), in my office files, and in every little nook and cranny of my car. My car is where I think I lost it, because I had it in there at one point to mail and then at some point it walked away and left the envelope empty. I think it is somehow tied in with my sleep-deprived state after getting this shiny new toy I am typing on right now. I must have put it somewhere really special. Or someone stole it out of my car, which is possible, since I've had a few passengers lately who forget my car is the ghetto kind with manual locks and don't lock their doors when they get out. If someone stole that DVD they were sorely disappointed when they took a look at what it was, since it was one of a set of three of a BBC period mini-series.

So I went and clicked the little option to pay Netflix for the DVD. I COULD have clicked the "gosh, you should have gotten it by now" option and not paid for it, but I've got to be a good little Mormon girl, since I just told my Stake President that I am honest in my dealings with my fellow men. (Thanks, JennaL, for reminding me of that and instilling the proper amount of guilt). But what I did learn when I clicked that option is that I have a year to find it, and they will refund me the money if I mail it in within that time. So if it is not stolen or laying on the ground somewhere, I can still return it and get my money back. It's still going to drive me crazy, because I hate that feeling of losing something. So hopefully I will find it. Because I don't like feeling all airheady.