My wife told me this story: My son bought me a box of Noodles for Fathers Day, then decides a great place to hide them is the Doghouse. She tells him that is a horrible place to hide them, and suggests he move them. He promptly moves them, but, a day before Fathers Day, confesses he cannot remember where he put them. So, throughout the day yesterday, I was looking in closets, under the beds, etc in a attempt to find them. Still, no luck! So, same as the golf course, walking around, trying to find my balls!