Retainers

Say the word "retainer" to a room full of attorneys and their eyes will light up like a bunch of cats in a dark alley. But say the word "retainer" to the attorney who lives in our house (PhillyTwo) and her eyes will tear up like a sad little puppy dog, because hers are missing. Her retainers, that is....not the the kind you get from clients, but the kind you wear at night while you sleep to keep your teeth in the exact configuration that the orthodontist put them in. Convinced that her teeth will rebel at the first opportunity, PhillyTwo still wears her retainers at night, if not religiously, at least frequently. Until Sunday.  That's when she sat on the couch in the bonus room and removed them to eat a little something.  She carelessly deposited them on the nearby table and then abruptly forgot about them. And later, that's where Dolly, her sweet and loving kitty, discovered them and carried them off to parts unknown. They have to be somewhere in the house. That's Dolly's only territory. But so far we haven't been able to find her clever hiding spot. I've crawled around on the floor in every room, searching under beds, couches, tables and looked in every closet, in every corner. Nothing. I'm not ready to give up, but PhillyTwo is in panic mode and is ready to call the orthodontist for replacements. See, attorneys need the security of having their retainers in place. It helps them sleep better. It gives order to their world.