I am one nugget shy of a happy meal.

We ordered a DVD from Chickie's recital. It was beautifully done. My husband immediately set out to make copies to send to the relatives. And then his computer died. All is well on that end because, even though it was painful, he brought it back to life again.

It was sometime after the death, but before the first breath that the DVD became missing. I prefer to call it temporarily misplaced. He swore up and down on his mother's grave that he had given it back to me. I, equally incensed, insisted that HE WAS THE ONE WHO MISPLACED IT. Can you see where this is going?

Do you want fries with that?

I pretty much tore up the office looking for it, concentrating mostly around his desk. I don't know how the man finds anything with all of that, uh, clutter. Ok, my desk is absolutely no better, in fact it's worse, but let's not confuse the issue with facts, m'kay?

So last night, as I was sitting here wallowing in self pity, I noticed that the manila envelope it was shipped in was on the shelf at my desk. For grins and giggles, I took the envelope down and peered inside. Any guesses as to what I found? The first two don't count.

"Two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun."

I have a doctors appointment for a week from Friday. It's a start. In the mean time, I'm on the lookout for humor. Because it feels so good to laugh.