I, admittedly, have the cellar a disaster - as you can see from this picture…
Last night, around 3 am, I was downstairs moving everything because Tom, the plumber, was coming over early in the morning to fix some things upstairs. I also wanted him to move the hose faucet on the porch down a little bit - it wasn't a necessary fix, it just bothered me where it was… Anyway, he needed to get back behind the shelf so I had to pull everything out. If it wasn't for that extra request I never would have found the green bag!
Chrissy and I have been looking for this damn thing for over a year - maybe longer. The green bag contained the old GPS. The last time we used it was to see Lizzie a couple trips ago. It's been a running joke that it's been lost for so long. We looked in that spot a hundred times and never saw it. I'm assuming it was on the bin and when I moved it it fell in between there… IDK - but I know we looked there a bunch of times. It's a miracle.