Imagine it is after midnight. You are tired and hungry. You are packing the moving truck for the third time and the floor lamps just won't fit. So you take off the lampshade harps and tape them together carefully. And tell your spouse that you have the perfect place for them. And then what?
This is more than hypothetical. If you would have put them somewhere brilliant for protection, please tell me where so I might look there!
This has been my past few days. We carefully wrapped, boxed, and taped just about everything we own, and now I can't find anything! I tried to label thoroughly, but short of putting an inventory list on the box, it is difficult to be all-inclusive.
Jeff has been hunting for a box of plumbing supplies, with which to stem the flood of water from the hot water shut-off valve under the sink (we finally broke down and just bought a new cap at Lowes after three days of no hot water in the kitchen). I'm still looking for those silly harps so I don't burn my retinas from the bare bulbs in the lamps. We imagine both of our sought prey are lurking in the same unmarked location, giggling gleefully at their successful game of hide-and-seek.