Have you ever needed to mail a payment really badly, but you can't find your stamps anywhere? And when you ask your kid about them, he says that yes, he was playing with them, but can't remember where he put them?
They could be anywhere. Argh!
Update: I'm an asshole. AN ASSHOLE. I found the stamps...on my kitchen counter. It wasn't like I was all accusatory about Cam taking them. I just asked him if he knew where they were, and he said, "yeah, we were playing with them in your office." He volunteered the false information. Anyway, I got my bill to the mailbox before the postal lady came, so all's well here in Mom's An Asshole Land.
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