I need the charger for my e-reader. The last time I saw it was when we went down to meet Shari and gcvmom. The stupid reader froze up, I had to reset it, it was giving me fits, but I think those issues are resolved, and now I need to recharge it. I ask Hubby where the charger is. He says, "It's right there." Right where? "On your table." OK, but I don't see it. Where on the table? "I plugged it in, it's there. Just look." Hubby, it's not here. I don't see it plugged in. And the attitude starts, like I'm a blooming idiot and blind besides. "It's right THERE, right where I PUT it, it's plugged IN. Did you look on the table? I KNOW I plugged it in!" Thanks for the help there, Johnny Defensive. It. Is. Not. Here. It. Is. Not. Plugged. In. I. Do. Not. Have. It. I just got four new books that I can't put on my reader, because I can't find the charger. I am irritated. Hope he didn't leave the charger in the hotel room.