The other day I found a pair of sunglasses that my friend had lost at our house.  I sent him a text with a picture of myself wearing his sunglasses, and teasingly thanked him for my new shades.  He came and got them back without much delay.  I wondered to myself if I liked my own sunglasses enough that I would go outta my way to retrieve them...

I went to pick up back-splash tile and somehow misplaced my sunglasses during that trip.  No big thing, but I was sure that I had them and now I cannot find them... Belle and I mentally traced the steps of our morning together, from the basketball pictures earlier to the drive across town to the tile warehouse...

We took a break and went to lunch.  I have always wanted to eat at IKEA just for the novelty of eating at a restaurant in a furniture store.  Belle being a more willing companion than my other family members, I was able to talk her into the low-grade adventure.  She quite enjoyed her babyback ribs, and I liked the meatballs well enough.  But there was no escaping the reality that we were have lunch in a furniture warehouse.  As much as I applaud the idea of the little cafe there, I will not be returning just for the food and probably will not eat there when shopping for furniture.

I just could not let go of the idea that I had lost my sunglasses.  I had previously lost the same sunglasses on Disney's Space Mountain, and I hated the feeling of not having them.  Fortunately they are easy to obtain and not very expensive, but I did not like the idea of having to spend money for them yet again, thrice.  Belle and I went back to the tile store, looked all around, high and low, up and down, under and over, in and out, but had no luck.  As we drove away in resignation I happened to look down between my seat and the center console and saw the mystery's answer.  The red arrow in the picture below would have been helpful in my search for them.