Early Onset Senility

This post is actually not about me, but about Zach (although we've accepted that I will probably be senile by 55--due to unfortunate genetics and flipcup-induced brain damage). He misplaced a tupperware container of leftover pasta this morning. According to him, he set it down on his bag, ran upstairs to brush his teeth, and when he came downstairs the pasta was gone. We checked both dogs for evidence of malfeasance (a quick process, really, what with white dogs and marinara sauce). We found none. It has been 14 hours, and still no sign of the wayward pasta. How do you lose a bowl of pasta? I guess we'll find it when it starts to smell. Zach made me promise not to give him too hard a time when we finally figure out the pasta's whereabouts. This post totally doesn't count, though, right? Because we haven't found it yet? That's my thinking anyway.