Where have all the bread ties gone?

As I was preparing dinner for my family last night, I encountered the all-too-familiar phenomenon of the disappearing bread tie.  You might know the scenario:  You remove the twist tie from the bag of baked goods at hand, place it right next to you on the countertop, and before you can click your heels three times and spout "there's no place like home," it's gone.  Gone.  Just.  Gone.  You pick up kitchen towels, move plates, dishes, pans, whatever inhabits your space at the moment, and nothing.  I could understand possibly thinking that you just didn't set it where you thought, or that you inadvertently knocked it to the floor, brushed it aside, whatever, if not for the fact that it happens almost every single darn time.  It's like there is some freaky bread tie parallel universe to which twist ties flee the second they are released from their life of closure bondage.  Stephen Hawking needs to roll himself into the lab, whatever arbitrary lab that is, and get crackin' on this because I, for one, demand an explanation!

The first time...

This is my virgin foray into the blogosphere.  Not sure where my thoughts will lead, as believe me, I have many, but this is just the beginning.