Murphy lives at my house; trash talkin'

Yep, you guessed it. The washing machine ate my prom dress. Trying to dye it was futile. But I have a plan ...

On another topic, I'm going to go ahead and throw myself under the bus. I did a truly bizarre thing Monday, and it's too funny not to share.

I was on my cell phone, talking to Mom and cleaning flotsam and jetsam out of the back floorboard of my car. Hubby and I were headed out in search of dye to try to rescue the prom dress.

We hit the Wall-to-Wall mart and parted ways. I reached for my cell to make sure it was handy. It wasn't. I couldn't find it in my purse, so I had Hubby call my number to see if my purse would ring. It didn't. We rinsed-and-repeated at the car. No dice -- and no phone.

And then it hit me.

We call Daughter and tell her to go outside to big garbage can, raise the lid and dial my cell.

Yep. You guessed it. The garbage can rang.

Thankfully, the can was nearly full, so we didn't have to send in a search-and-rescue team. Daughter plucked it smugly (I wasn't there, but I know she was smug) from atop a bag and took it inside. A little disinfectant, and it was none the worse for wear.