So, I was looking for my checkbook, noticed my new, shiny passport, is the same color as my checkbook cover. Then I decided to do my laundry, because, you know, maybe it’s hiding out underneath there. No joy. I decide it’s time to clean my room. Then I think “before we get all radical, where else might it be?” Voila, it turns out it’s in my bike’s saddle bags.
I’m still cleaning my room. =)