So, we only have one key to the mini van and since Joe has been traveling I have been carrying it around in my purse. My darlinghusband mentioned yesterday that he would prefer that I leave the key on the phone table in the kitchen.
I try very hard to do the little things that make him happy. So when I wentout VERY early this morning to get him onion bagels I made sure I held on to the key when I got out of the van; having every intention of setting on the table as soon as I walked through the door!
But no one rushed out of the door to help me with all the bags, so I had both hands full when I walked in. And, unexpectedly, Joe was up and in the kitchen. Well, we put away the groceries,enjoyed our coffee and rolls and after a leisurely reading of the Sunday paper, Gillian and I had to go to church for the last CCD class of the year.
Joe was going to drive us and went to get the key. It wasn't there. We searched for 2o minutes! No key. Finally, we had to borrow the Jeep from Joey and go, or Gilli and I were gonna be late.Going out the door, Joe asked the boys to keep looking for the key. The 5 minute ride to church felt like eternity. I felt like an idiot. I was holding back tears and put put my hand over my heart. There was a lump. At some point I had evidently put the key in my bra, so that I wouldn't lose it.
Joe thought this was hysterically funny. So funny that he shared the story with the boys when he got home.
So, all day it's been.."Mom? I can't find the remote. Would you check your bra?"
"Mom? We are out of milk. Check your bra and see if there's any more"
"Honey? I need a towel. Can you get one out of your bra?"
My family is full of smart alecs. I may never live this down. But I tell you one thing: Pay back is gonna be a son-of-a-gun! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr