Sigh... apparently the one place in our flat that I don't check when I'm looking for my purse is the coat-and-purse rack right next to the front door. It's like a gosh-darned blind spot. A black hole. This is the third time in a week I've turned the whole flat upside down and the purse is just... hanging there... watching me.
Can't it know? Put out little blinky lights or discreet whistling noises? Hum "you're being an idiot again" in beeping morse code or three part harmony? I'd be grateful and actually wash off the marks from when I left the lid off my gel-pen and scribbled all the way down its side -
See? Mutual accommodations and benefits! Pretty please?