During this last frenzied week of shopping, cooking and wrapping, I had no choice but to take a last minute trip to the beloved Target to get some last minute items. My mother, who is always finished with her holiday shopping by December 1st, surely would have been disappointed in me. But, alas, I'd run out of scotch tape midway through the pile of gifts "hidden" in my office closet. And the container of Tide was running copiously low. So there I was, scouring the aisles, filling up my cart with miscellaneous trinkets, snacks, and laundry products. You could say I lost my focus, picking up "texting gloves" for those nearest and dearest on my list, forgetting to grab the scotch tape while wandering around the holiday aisle. So during this aimless, cart pushing, item tossing moment, I finally looked down to check my phone (how many times a day do I do that - a topic for another blog) and realized that it wasn't there. Not my phone or purse or any of t...