Well it was found.  My drill.  After like three months.  So I started to blame our three year old.  Here’s why.  We normally keep the drill in a certain place in the kitchen.  Not sure why that’;s it’s home but it is.  And little hands can get to it but I have never minded her grabbing my drill and playing with it.  Heck I remember doing that with my dads tools around her age.  Anyway, it obviously came up missing one day and my wife said I was the last one to have it.  I’m wracking my brain trying to figure it out then I remembered Moriah likes playing with it every now and then.  So I asked her.  Nope, she didn’t know.  So for about three months I searched high and low and finally determined that Moriah had hid it in the trash can and I didn’t notice and tossed it out.  Weeeeeell, that wasn’t the case.  Moriah hadn’t had it and it was my wife who last had the drill, in a closet hanging shelf’s.  She had laid it down and something fell on top of it and it was there pretty much from early spring til now.  So to my three year old, daddy’s sorry. lol

Fletch