shipwreck

In my quest to remain in good standing with the Flying Spaghetti Monster, I've promised to make Ben's bed into a pirate ship of sorts.  I bought a mast today and have come up with ta plan for the sail.  But when I went to attach the mast...no power drill/screwdriver.  Hmmm.  It's not in the bathroom, where I left it.  Oh yes, Steve announced--perhaps a bit derisively--that he had put away the drill just last weekend.  So I look, but I cannot find.  I call him, he tells me that it is "where it lives" on a shelf in the basement.  But no.  He is stumped.  I am stumped.  What have we learned?  Well, we could reach for that tired old crowd pleaser "No good deed goes unpunished."  But me?  I prefer, "Don't put things away.  If you do, you'll never find them again."