I got home last night, tired and oh so ready for the weekend, and Joe greeted me with some wonderful news:
"Hey, I found your iPod!"
"GREAT! Where was it?" I replied.
"Right where you left it," Joe said. He was grinning, so I knew I was about to feel really stupid.
"Oh no... come on, where was it?"
"In the doughnut speakers. You were listening to it while you were wrapping presents," he said, having mercy on me.
I rolled my eyes. Of course. It hadn't even occurred to me that I might have left it there. But there it was, patiently waiting for me, all charged up even.
...but now, iFound.