The Mysterious Case of the Missing Memory Card
The sun has finally come out. My rhododendron is in full bloom. The locust tree across the road is dripping with blooms. Photo ops abound.
It isn’t in the slot of my desktop computer either. In fact, I have no clue where it is.
So I’m blaming Kensi. She loves to claim small objects as her own. And she loves to hide those possessions in strange places. Like under the refrigerator. Or behind the armoire. In other words, I may not find said missing memory card for decades.
Orat least until I go out and purchase a new one. THEN the old one will mysteriously reappear.