Not Lost - Just Found

It's amazing what else you stumble upon when looking for a paticular item that you just know you have.

Example - this evening, I was hunting for my birth certificate (see, I'm human, and have the paperwork to prove it!). Although Morgan swears she's never seen it in the house (and she's usually very astute about these sorts of things), I absolutely know it is here. Somewhere.

So I flip through the filing cabinet.

Nothing.

Fire safe!

Mmmm... nothing.
(wait - why isn't it in there? Or any of our other vital statistics documents? In fact, where's our marriage certificate? Oh no...)

"Hey, there's some envelopes on the bookshelf," I ponder. "Maybe it's there!"

Nope.
(found the marriage certificate, though)
(and a bunch of pictures)
(and all my certificates from CF courses)
(and my diploma)
(a bunch of pictures)
(one of Morgan's college diplomas)

Crap. Do I have to get a new one?

Another flip through the filing cabinet - man, folder by folder, this will take forever. Pull the first one out, and there it is, hiding slightly behind an old transcript.

Yes, this is rambling... but in the end, I found what I was looking for - plus a bunch of other cool stuff.

And that made me happy.
(and that's all I need)

Say g'night, Gracie.

-R.