The Case of the Missing Ticonderoga

I love a nicely sharpened Ticonderoga #2 to scratch it out on loose-leaf.  However, in my house, these pencils are also on the most wanted lists of my seven and ten year old children.  If I should want one of these highly prized utensils, I have to go scouting through the bottoms of scroungy back packs, excavating between the squinched together couch cushions, and deep-sea diving into the zippered car seat pockets of the momvan.  So, for the sake of time and my sanity, I have learned to love the clickety-clack of my easily-located laptop keyboard....more