Hair Gel

The other night, Friday night Oct. 16th to be exact, after work and a hot shower I was looking for my hair gel so that I could make my hair all handsome for my night out. Well, I couldn't find it. Why? I don't know. That is why I am venting here. There is no way (is there?) that someone broke into my apartment and stole ONLY my hair gel. That's ridiculous. I'm not one given to paranoia or conspiracy theories.
I think what happened is that one of my two cats, Bibby, jumped up onto the bathroom counter and accidentally (or on purpose) knocked my hair gel tube into the trash. Then, without inspecting the trash container (and why would I, right?) I dumped it into the big bin outside. However, that does not make me feel any better. Why was I so bummed about this? For one, the hair gel that I recently bought was the good stuff from the salon. Brand name that I paid too much money for. I rarely treat myself to this type of luxury. So, after about 3 or 4 uses, when I can't find an expensive bottle of gel that is probably 85% full, I'm bummed.
Ok, there is a larger issue here. Control. Learning to give up control. I should be thankful for a minor lesson. At least my apartment didn't burn to the ground. Thank God. Ok, so I'm out some hair gel and some money that was wasted. It's not the end of the world. I can buy some cheap stuff at Target and it will last me 6 months. So, I'm moving on with lesson learned and thankful for everything else that is not missing. I feel better now.