Forget about Waldo.  The question of the day is “Where’s Shiloh?”

For those unfamiliar with it, Shiloh is a children’s movie that came to us a little over a month ago from Netflix.  The process should be easy enough.  Order the movie, watch the movie, send it back.  How difficult can it be?

We’ve done it successfully many times before, but this time, Shiloh has disappeared.  This is not the first thing to vanish off the planet from my house.  My husband is convinced that little gremlins come in and move things around all the time.  He thinks if you complain loudly enough, they’ll come back and put them back where they belong.  Sometimes, he’s right.

But not Shiloh.  My kids insist that they watched the movie, didn’t take it out of the DVD player, and that it should still be there.  It isn’t.  It isn’t in the cabinet holding the DVD player, nor the sofa, nor the love seat, nor under either one, nor in its cushions, nor in the coffee table,  nor on the floor, nor under the area rug, nor in the lamp.  Because, believe me, I’ve looked.  Everywhere.  

My friend once told me matter-of-factly several years ago that she had never lost any of her children’s toys–not even a piece.  If she weren’t my friend, I’d think she was a legend of some sort, kind of like Bigfoot.  Only better.  She’s my hero.

I’m going to keep complaining, but louder. I’m wondering if a blog might help matters and so here you have it.  But if you want to know what I’ve really been doing the past few weeks, this is it.  I’ve been looking for Shiloh.  If you find it, call me anytime day or night because I’d really like to send it back and watch something else.

Just not “Gremlins.”