The case of the missing toothbrush

I couldn’t find my toothbrush this morning.  I put my hand into the basket in the cabinet in the bathroom where it resides, but it wasn’t there.  So I looked in the basket, as well as several others places before giving up, and rather than be late to work, I opened one of the new ones I had on hand for guests.  I could blame it on any of my three girls, except they’re all in their thirties and are dispersed onto both coasts.  Bob’s not a likely candidate since, if not for other reasons, he uses one of those fancy electric ones. 

This brings to mind one particular day I went to work and interacted with at least three people before I realized that I had on two different shoes.  (Okay, c’mon.  They were both navy blue.)  And another day after work I