Sort of sounds like the title of an updated Nancy Drew mystery, doesn't it? Last night after hubby and I had to take The Girl on a 15-minute sleep-inducing car ride, we decided to play footsie and watch some TiVo-ed shows. And you know how hot you can get watching Lost! So hubby treks into the bathroom in search of a condom. I hear him thrashing about in the drawers. I was rolling my eyes because he has a propensity to misplace things when there is something on top of it (Q: Where are my keys? A: Under the one piece of mail on the dining room table.). So I let him dig for a while. When he came out and told me we had been burgled, I dismissed it and bravely charged into the bathroom to save the romance. But after my five-minute fruitless search, I was baffled. WTF? I just bought a brand new box at Target (Trojan Ultra Ribbed for Her Pleasure)!!! The Girl even opened the box in the store and asked what they were (Medicine for mommies & daddies, now put them back in the cart!).
I know they were still in the box when I came home and remember putting the empty box in the bathroom trash can. And I thought I put the condoms in the usual drawer. We searched a little more because we were both stunned that condoms could just disappear. Clearly, there would be no romance for us since a baby conceived now would be born mid-October (our motto: no Fall or Holiday babies).
But the mystery remains... where did the condoms go? Did we misplace them? Possibly. Did the babysitter take them? Possibly. Am I going to Target to replace them? Hells ya.
And I will be conducting a thorough search today and will report my findings here later. It will be just like CSI Ventura.