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last night we couldn't find thermos. at about six o'clock paul said, "i wonder where thermos is. i haven't seen him all day." because thermos has a cold, i figured he was just hiding somewhere, and didn't give it much thought. but when we hadn't been able to track him down by nine, i was a little bit worried.

we looked everywhere, even inside closets we were sure we hadn't opened, inside suitcases that had been zipped closed, bathroom cabinets, everywhere.

everywhere except nestled within my quilting fabric stash, tucked neatly in among the black-and-white prints.