Anyone who has ever been in my office knows that my most prized possessions are my McFarlane figurines. However, sometime in the last 24 hours (I’m guessing) someone came into my office area and violated me by stealing one of my LOST figurines, Charlie. ‘How do I know it was stolen and not just misplaced?’ you might wonder. Because I returned from lunch today to find a ransom note where my precious Charlie once stood.

While this plan does appear to be brilliant, it has killed a lil part of me. In order to restore Charlie to his rightful place with the other survivors of Oceanic Flight 815, I must drive to Hastings and using my credit card procure a Playgirl magazine and present the kidnappers with the evidence of my shame. (My mother and father read this blog. They are going to be so proud of their baby girl.) Oh, the horror! I swear if I find out who’s done this… no more FREE food and random acts of kindness for you! Beyond the shame that must take place to restore the LOST family, the worst part of this whole ordeal is the delight it’s brought everyone else in my office… again, I cry inside.