I'm going to confess. Last week I looked everywhere for the matching paint for that room I am working on. I finally gave up, went to the store with a chip of it and had a color match done. Today I trimmed it all out. Color match? To what? *sigh* While I am sitting on the floor in the middle of the mess, Mr. V walks in with the missing paint. Where was that? On the shelf, right where you put it.

Guess who gets to start all over?
Then.... He makes the mistake of asking if I have misplaced anything else large. How about a smarty of a hubby?