My seventh-grade science teacher used to say I’d lose my head if it weren’t attached. I always hated that saying.

First of all, if your head fell off, you’d have bigger things to worry about than finding your body or anything else you misplaced — such as that whole being dead thing. Secondly, I’d like to think that I’d keep tabs on my detachable head.

There are plenty of important things I haven’t lost — for example, my car. I may have misplaced it a few (hundred) times in parking lots, but I never have lost it completely. That’s not to say I haven’t come close.