All I want to know is if God has a sense of humor, why doesn't he ever tell the punch line  to his little jokes.  For example my kids.  My husband and my kids to be more accurate.  Here's one.  I cannot count how many times my husband has stood in front of his dresser with the closet door open and yelled that he can't find his brown pants.  some one must have taken them.  First my son is not guilty because these are brown polyester work pants with holes in key places.  Not my sons style.  Besides, hes weights about 150 lbs less than his father.   I know my daughter didn't take them.  That doesn't even need to be explained.  So my dear husband deducts that someone has stolen them.  Yup, that must be it.  A pant-less thief broke in the house, passed all the power tools and electronics and stole those damn pants.   I try to reason with him but he insists that they are gone.  I yell back that he has to actually look for them, they aren't going to sprout legs and walk up to him.  He insists he did.  SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, I stop watching soap operas and eating Bon-bons to go look for his pants.  I open his drawer.  Push the other 300 pairs of pants aside and find them.  I wish his pants did have workable legs and ears so they could walk themselves up to him on command.

My kids are just as guilty.  They are constantly loosing power chords, cell phones, and occasionally their clothes.  My son once lost his winter coat in his room.  We found it when we packed to move.  They have lost furniture in their rooms.  My son's new idea is to leave important papers in the kitchen.  That way when he looses them, it must be my fault.   When they look for stuff, they stand in the middle of the room and wait.  They must figure that like their dad's pants, they have legs and will walk themselves to them.  I wish they did.

I love it when they borrow my things and loose them.  No one tells me.  I figure I have lost MY MIND because I am pretty sure I left it somewhere specific.  I will meticulously search for about an hour.  Some one will ask what am I looking for and then find it.  For the longest time I thought I was going senile until I figured something out.

How is it the same group of people who cannot find their own things, always find mine.

I just know God is laughing at me a little.