The Case of the Missing Cannonball

I swear this is really going on at my house.

Since I can't watch even 2 minutes of the news or VH1 anymore, I turned the TV to the History channel today.

They were re-modeling ex President's houses and at one point they showed some Civil War memorabilia. That got me thinking about a cannonball that our kids found on a piece of property we used to own, not too far from here.

I can't find it anywhere. I asked the girls and Hubby and they have no clue what I did with it. I don't have a clue either

I lost the cannonball.

Unfortunately, this is probably not the weirdest text that #1 Son will ever receive from me.

Hey #1 Son, You made the paper! Do you know what I did with the cannonball? I can't find it Big surprise? Love you
(I wrote big surprise because I spent most of yesterday looking for the 2006 Golf Yearbook.)

He writes back: What is the cannonball? I don't know what you're talking about.

Me: Found at Pride Rock? (The name of our old property)

#1 Son: Oh you actually mean a real live cannon ball! I thought you were talking about Middle Sister or something. I have no clue where it is though, sorry.

Okay, in my defense, I've never referred to Middle Daughter as a cannon ball, I never called her an it and I've NEVER LOST HER!

I was hoping that I gave it to #1 Son because he has cool swords, fencing foils and he even has a boomerang in his room. But, I didn't give it to him which means I lost it and when I start looking for something, I can't stop.

It's really pissing me off!

I'll blog about it when/if I ever find it. Right now I'm going to turn the house upside down and I hope it doesn't hit me in the head because it's heavy.