Don’t laugh too hard, but
yesterday I was still suffering the aftereffects of the fuzzies.
There I was, all ready to
go to the pool and no wallet. Both G and
I looked for it from the top floor to the bottom of the garage and all corners
in between. No wallet. I sat down and began to call the last two
places I had been the day before. No
wallet at either the pool or the store.
While pulling my
sweatshirt up out of the bottom of my chair where it had fallen, I felt a lump. There it was.
Under me. Yes, it must have
fallen out of my purse the day before.
Yes, embarrassing.
Yesterday was filled with
Christmas things at work…wall to wall, in the hall and back room. Mountainous piles. More came in by the minute. Everyone was cleaning out their Christmas
things. Today there’s little holiday
stuff left to do here at home. Tomorrow
I will go in and do as much as I can in three hours.
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- Himself: Work isn’t too overloaded today.
Glad you found your wallet. It is such a pain when it’s gone!
ReplyDeleteHattie passed recently. So sad, I think your read her blog? Do not beat yourself up on losing stuff. As you read my FB page I did a dilly the other day. We forget more so we have to forgive ourselves more.
ReplyDeleteThanks for telling me about Hattie. Yes, I read her blog. She will be much missed.
DeleteI rarely lose stuff, but this week is something else again for everything.
Fingers crossed for Poolie that the chemo works for her and gives her a good long time.
ReplyDeleteIf it was a Pea, you would have felt it sooner.
ReplyDeleteSo glad your wallet was at home!
ReplyDeleteMe too. LOL
DeleteThe only thing bigger than the misery of having lost something is the joy of when you find it.
ReplyDeletePhew! We do not want to lose our wallets.
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