Magnet Theory and why I shouldn't be trusted with documents

Our magnets arrived several weeks ago.

I had them sent to my work, and I was so excited when they arrived that I cut two of my fingers opening the box. With a scissor. I'm not sure how that happened. And yes, I was ridiculed for it.

So we were all thrilled and gung-ho and we sent out a batch of magnets to the people whose addresses we had readily available. We had a big outing to the post office and made sure we had enough postage on the ones going to faraway places like Europe and South Africa.

And on a side bar: What we've discovered from this first batch is that not everyone we sent them to - even just across town in DC - has gotten them. I was wondering if USPS was screening for magnets and holding them up.

And then Nick suggested that maybe some of them stuck to other magnetic things. Which makes sense - they were all sticking to each other through envelopes when we mailed them.

So it's conceivable that someone will get an extra envelope stuck to the back of theirs and hopefully will post it. Or some random stranger will wind up with one. Who knows.

So anyway. Then we agreed to collect the rest of our addresses. And then neither of us did anything about that for a while.

It's not like it's so hard to send an email or ten asking for an address, but even so, it's an easy thing to procrastinate on.

And then in the meantime, I went ahead and lost the list. THE LIST. Which was really just a printout of the Excel spreadsheet of names. I didn't realize it was The Official Document from which we were working.

It was a grotty piece of paper, dog-eared and rumpled from being repeatedly crammed into my purse. I just happened to have started writing on it and checking off names.

But according to Nick, I was keeping track. Where's OUR list?

If I'd known it was OUR list, I'd have given it to him to keep track of, because he's all organized and files things and makes spending spreadsheets and stuff. Plus I probably wouldn't have smeared chocolate on it or torn off a corner to throw away a piece of gum.

Heh. It's true.

But no. Not knowing it was an important piece of paper, I sashayed off into the sunshine with it firmly crumpled in the bottom of my bag. And then somehow didn't return to his house with it.

How could I lose The List?

The good thing was, I knew I hadn't lost it; I just didn't know where it was.

I found The List yesterday lying gently in the middle of my living room floor.

Magnet mailing can resume!