It's Only a Pot

Tonight, when I was making dinner I realized that one of my saucepans has completely disappeared. It meant that I had to wash and reuse the larger of the two that I have twice in order to cook dinner. I don't know why little things like this are such an irritant. It is a very nice pot - from a set that a friend gave me a few years ago. I just hate losing something like that. The whole family swears that they have NO IDEA what happened to it. I can just picture my husband using it outside to put water in his truck, and he knows that would freak me out. I keep reminding myself that it is only a little pot - but it is driving me batty. Where did that thing go???