Well, you guys, I found my calling: secret spy. I don't know how I could've overlooked this obvious career in the past, but have no fear!

So you're probably thinking, "I obviously knew this was Whitney's calling for quite some time now, but how on earth could it have taken her so long to figure it out?" Well, I'll answer your question.

'Til now, I always thought I would have a typical career, like teacher, receptionist... possible stay-at-home mom, etc. But today, I realized I overlooked an entire cabinet of my capabilities. Spying capabilities, that is.

I got a Facebook message today from a worried mother of one of my very close friend depicting a concern of said friend's whereabouts. Now, since I'm the CAPTAIN of the worrier's team (yes, we have a team, and yes, my husband can vouch for my high ranking position of this team), I knew I had to break out the magnifying glass and dust off my memories of Inspector Gadget cartoons. Go Go Gadget Friend Finder! So I dawned my trench coat, which happened to be a free hoodie I got one year for doing the 30 Hour Famine, and picked up my co...inspector. We set out to find our Sarah: M.I.A.

Upon arriving at her apartment building, both myself and my co-inspector could not recall the most crucial clue to solving the case: her apartment number. However, a family was conveniently moving into the building, which, of course, entails many door opening and closings. After timing our approach to the security checkpoint (we'll call it that to add drama and suspense) perfectly, we entered through the threshold just as the courteous mother of the moving family held the door open to allow her dresser into the building.

After climbing the stairs, reaching our friend's door, and knocking 4 times, we waited. Clueless. (clever play on words, eh?). Cue Jeopardy music.

The door unlocked, opened, and there stood our friend, UNmissing in action. Turns out her phone was being stupid.

So as you can tell, we rock.