What Else Can I Say? She's Ornery Onnie

She's been ornery. That's all there is to it. I spent about a half hour looking for my bag tonight. I've gotten in the habit of sitting it on the loft steps when I come in the house. I needed my check book out of it. It wasn't on the steps. I thought, ok, where did I put it? Did I leave it in the car - go check - no. Was it in my room? no. In the den? no. Not in the kitchen, living room, or entry way. No idea. About to give up, I realized SHE'D done something with it (I didn't want to accuse her without knowing for sure but when it wasn't ANYWHERE I figured it was safe to assume and to speculate it's location based on that). So I start thinking - where would she hide this thing? Found it! The tall, narrow steps to the loft are open underneath. It was under the very bottom step, way back in the darkest corner!