The black hole strikes again...

Can anyone please explain to me how I can have something one minute and 5 minutes later I don't have it? I was working on hats for Preemie Presents last night. I finished crocheting one, set my hook down next to me, and finished off the hat. One of the kids had been up to go to the bathroom and asked me to tuck them back in and, by the time I came back out to the living room, my hook was gone. Now, with most sizes of crochet hooks, this wouldn't matter. I have multiples of most sizes...but not of this particular hook. It was the only size G hook I had...UGH.

I'm really beginning to think there is a black hole somewhere in my house that sucks these things in. Or, maybe its like that *episode of the Twilight Zone where there is a crew that constructs the future and, when they forget to build something into the future, that's when we lose things like our keys or our mp3 player or our crochet hooks. Then, if a few "scenes" into the future they remember to add said object into the tableau, we suddenly find the object in a place we know we've looked a thousand times.


*This is one of my all time favorite episodes of the newer version of The Twilight Zone. YOu can view the episode in 3 parts - here, here, and here.