So I've mentioned before how I'm a little OCD about our DVD library, right? We have over 800 DVDs now and our collection is constantly growing. I have to keep track of them if I want to keep tabs on who's borrowed what. Also, I have to keep track of them because I have to keep track of them.

The other day I came home from work to find chaos in DVD Land. Our little niece Elaine was over at the house for a while and like most toddlers, she thinks anything within reach exists for her enjoyment. All those pretty, glossy cases must have been calling her name. A bunch of discs were scattered around where she'd been looking at them and the rest of the section was all out of order.

That simply would not do. Like the hideous mutant freak I am, I had to get this sorted out immediately. I gathered together everything that should have been in that section and placed them all back in the rack. And there was a hole, an empty space that would have fit two DVD cases.

Me: Bunny?

Bunny: Yeah?

Me: Did your sister borrow any movies?

Bunny: Oh, yeah. I loaned her Click.

Me: Just one?

Bunny: Yeah, just that one.

Me: It seems like there should be two here.

Bunny: No, it was just that one.

But it didn't seem right. There should have been two there. I rearranged everything the day before to fit a new purchase and I know a second disc was definitely missing. Or at least out place.

I was a little quiet and withdrawn through dinner as the thought of a missing DVD nagged at me. After dinner, I double checked the living room for any hidey hole into which little Elaine might have dumped a case when she'd tired of drooling on it. I even looked under furniture. No DVD.

There had to be one missing. There just had to be. I could not rest or relax until I figured out what was gone and where it was. Bunny insisted she only loaned one movie and I'd checked everyplace the baby was likely to have dropped one.

The first thing to do was to determine exactly which DVD was missing. Normally this is pretty simple. I just check the discs before and after the gap and look it up in my database. (OK, so maybe I'm a lot OCD. Shut up.) I couldn't do that this time around because Elaine had shuffled everything. I didn't know from exactly where the disc was missing.

I had to eyeball each of them to find out.

…And God Spoke? Check

12 Monkeys? Check.

2 Days in The Valley? Check.

200 Cigarettes? Check.

2001? Check.

28 Days Later? Check.

Sometime around Collateral Bunny asked if I was checking each of them.

Sometime around For A Few Dollars More she said something like, "Wouldn't it be funny if when you find which one is missing I'm like 'Oh, yeah… I guess I did loan that one too…' "

After around 30 minutes and 500 movies, I came across one I couldn't find. I stopped. I stared. I checked again.

Bunny: Did you find one missing?

Me: Where's The Pursuit of Happyness?

Bunny: Oh.

(pause)

Bunny: Um…

(pause)

Bunny: Yeah…

(pause)

Bunny: I loaned that one to my sister too.

A small part of me feels supremely vindicated because I was right. An even larger part of me feels like a complete tool because I'm so freakishly obsessive about it.