I was surprised and pleased to find my senior yearbook sitting under an old Touch-tone wall phone in the kitchen. Looking back with thirty years' perspective, I think it's more likely that I misplaced it rather than that someone stole it (and later returned it), but either way I was glad to see it. Lots of odd, half-forgotten memories were dredged up as I flipped through it.
*The dog is an attention whore, but that's okay since I like dogs. Especially big dogs.