Dear Folks, I'm beside myself because I lost two pounds again. No not of body weight, I lost two pounds of hamburger that I swear I had in the freezer. The time before when I had lost two pounds of hamburger, I almost emptied my freezer trying to find it. I eventually rescued it from the floor of the chest freezer and I felt so good about it. But this time was different. A couple of days ago I realized that I was down to about the last of the soup I had cooked up for my lunches and then figured that the next pot of soup I'd make would be a vegetable soup or a chili sort of soup. Even though I realized that two pounds of hamburger would be a bit much for a soup, I knew that I could adjust the ingredients accordingly. Yesterday I figured it was time to take the package of hamburger out of the freezer and let it thaw in the refrigerator. But when I tried to find the package in the freezer, it just wasn't there. I swear I looked thoroughly. Yesterday my grandniece stopped by the house to deliver more goodies from her mother, my niece Deb. While she was there I told her that I couldn't find my package of hamburger in my freezer and she willingly agreed to search for it herself. She did quite a thorough job of searching for it but she couldn't find it either. Tonight I was determined to take a second look myself. I all but emptied out the freezer and eventually gave up in defeat. It just wasn't anywhere. Now I KNOW that I have a frozen two-pound package of hamburger somewhere but even though I moved heaven and earth, I guess I'll have to admit I lost two pounds. (sigh) vee