Today I had one of those moments when I thought I had everything under control. That was my first big mistake. My second was thinking I knew where the one vital piece of paperwork I needed was sitting. As you can probably guess, it was not there.
Panic ensued. Like most men would do, I called my wife because she always knows where everything is. But then again, the mess in my office could probably qualify for federal disaster relief funding, so I was grasping at straws.
To my disappointment, but not my surprise, she only thought of the places I had already looked.