Be on the lookout

I am missing something very near to me.  I am missing something that I find it difficult to face the day without.  I have prayed exhaustively to find it.  I have searched everywhere hoping to find it...

Happiness, you may ask.  No.  Love, you may be wondering.  No.  Inner peace that comes from knowing that you have somehow positively changed the world?  No, that doesn't concern me a bit.

It's my sunglasses.

See, ever since I have been about eighteen years old I have had a fetish with sunglasses.  I love them, I spend money (lots of money) for them.  I cherish them and in many ways love them as a mother dog loves her newborn pups.  Then I lose them.

I got my first pair of "expensive" sunglasses right after I started college. It was a pair of black RayBan Wayfarers that I promptly proceeded to leave on top of a drink cooler in the University of South Alabama bookstore about three months later.  This began my downward spiral into the addiction of buying and losing expensive sunglasses.

Honestly, if I knew how much money I had spent on sunglasses over the last twenty two years I would probably throw up my left lung.  What makes it even worse is that I never have ANY idea where they may be.  I just wake up one day and go to put them on a realize, SH*T, I did it again.  When Jeff asks me where I last remember having them my answer is simple...ON MY FACE., where do you think I last remember having them?  Geez...

So here's the thing that drives me crazy about this. I am generally a put together person and I do take care of my things especially my expensive things.  I have had my Rolex for twenty five years and for twenty five years I have known exactly where it is.  My ring has been safely wrapped around my finger for over fifteen years and I have never walked off and left Sutton or Chloee sitting on top of a vending machine.  However, countless RayBans, Gucci, Armani, Maui Jim and Costa del Mar sunglasses later I found myself happily handing my credit card to some unknown cashier for a new pair of black Wayfarers...I got in the car, slipped them on, and I could hear my eyes silently tell me "oh thank you..."

It has since rained everyday since I bought them.  Somewhere the Sunglasses Gods are laughing at me...again.