First published two years ago today:
No, not the pizza. The kind of dominoes you play. NewMexiKen got out a set of dominoes for the grandkids to play with while they were here. First thing we knew, 12 of the 28 tiles were missing.
They’re still missing, and keep in mind the entire house has been torn apart and reassembled to accomodate the installation of new carpet.
Where are the dominoes?
I’m just hoping none of the grandkids saw Maria Full of Grace.
How about looking:
—deep (deep!) inside the sofa
—down the heater vents on the floor
New sofas since.
Heater vents. Good idea, mine are on the floor.
When I was a girl I used to play jacks at my friend Marianne’s. We would play on the floor near the closet, and occasionally a jack would wind up slipping under the door into the closet–some of them never to be seen again. The closet couldn’t have been any more than about 2×4 feet, and it was very tidy and uncluttered, yet we couldn’t find them. We just assumed they went into The Twilight Zone. (Did you ever see the one where the little girl fell under her bed into another dimension and her dog followed her?) Maybe there is a passage to another dimension in your house, too. Maybe it’s the same dimension where the missing socks go when they disappear from the dryer.