The Case of the Missing Water Bottle
Itβs 7:30 a.m., and my brain is still running on 2% battery.
I swear I filled my water bottle last night. I distinctly remember doing it β I even congratulated myself for being organised for once. But now? Itβs gone. Vanished. Evaporated into the dimension where lost socks and good intentions go to die.
I check the kitchen counter. Not there.
The bedroom? Nope.
The bathroom? Suspiciously empty.
At one point, I find myself opening the fridge, as if my stainless steel bottle decided to chill (literally). No luck.
By the time I give up, Iβve spent 15 minutes pacing around like a detective in pajamas, muttering, βWhere could it be?β
Finally, I accept my fate, grab a random cup, and start my day like the parched fool I am.
Later, much later, I find it.
In my backpack.
Exactly where it shouldβve been the entire time.
Morning success level: hydration status β pending.
