My Grandma passed along many gifts to me. Some were wonderful (my artistic ability and some of the training to use it) and some were less than fabulous. Among the latter is her concept of a thing, lost, lying in some perfectly reasonable location and laughing at your inability to find it.
If there is anything worse than a steadily increasing and already vicious headache, it’s the concept of a bottle of Advil doubled over with laughter at your predicament.
Just thought I’d share that stellar concept with the world. Going to the pharmacy now.