I swear by the gods there is a black hole in my stationery drawer.
Pens go in, and never come out. Art supplies are purchased and promptly lost into the abyss. Staplers that I SWEAR I saw in there only a few days ago disappear without a trace.
After the umpteenth time I barged into his office yelling accusations of stationery theft, my husband (not-so)gently pointed out that maybe “they’re hiding somewhere underneath the piles of crap on your desk.”
“‘Piles of crap’? What ‘piles of crap’?” I cry in indignation.