Do you ever lose something, something small, something unimportant, and continue to miss it for months? Years? Not because it's a remarkable object, but the mystery of its disappearance turns it into a mythical thing.
I miss these things:
My tin of Rosebud Salve, lost somewhere in the van that Andrew and I toured New Zealand in. It's probably a cube now.
The black Victoria's Secret bra that a hotel room in Cork. This one really irks me. I loved that bra and spent about an hour searching.
Sigh. I miss you objects.