My To-Do List

While Austin was working on the shelving project, I decided to hunt up my to-do list and get some work done. I had left it on the kitchen counter, so I went to get it.
But it wasn't there. I moved some caramels that I had packaged up as gifts, a few dishes. I started to get angry when I thought Austin had likely discarded it. So I look in the trash. The recycle bin. Still nada.
Me: Have you seen my to-do list?
Austin: No. Where did you have it last?
Me: The kitchen.
Austin: I would have only moved it to make tea.
So I go through, lift everything in the kitchen again, look in the trash again. And the recycle bin again. I pulled out discarded papers, but none of them were it. Then I walk through the piano room. On a bookshelf, Austin has been scratching on a piece of paper. I snatch it up. Sure enough, on the back side.
Austin: Oh. I didn't realize that was yours.

It even has my name on it. SMH.