Life Doesn't Begin at Forty PLUS Two Bonus Stories: Sunday Meals & Snake Neckties and A Parody: Family Reunions I spend a good part of my time looking for things and I highly suspect that it's not all my fault. The conclusion I have come to is that a woman unbeknownst to me sneaks into my house while I'm sleeping and hides everything I hold dear. When I asked a few of my friends if they had seen her, each of them said they hadn't. But from all the complaints we've heard, we think she's bi-coastal. And whatever you do, don't let her scare you into putting things where you can find them easily. It's a ruse and once you fall into that trap, you will never see half of your stuff again ... Miss Emmy