Sunday, March 27, 2011

I Amaze Myseslf

I've mentioned before that I may be a bit forgetful.  I also have a helping hand with the assistance of my wee ones with misplacing objects.  However, apparently, I cannot always blame it on them.


On Friday morning I was frantically searching all over the house for my cell phone. I remembered having it the night before, but it was no where to be found.  I checked under my pillow on the bed; next to and under the bed; the bathroom vanity; the kitchen counters; every available surface in the living room. I started to throw a mild tantrum and was close to blaming the wee ones on losing it.  Big E suggested I use the home phone to call my cell phone to see if we could hear it vibrate and find it that way.  With a big ol' huffy breath (worthy of Junie B. Jones), I picked up the home phone and dialed my cell phone.


As it turns out, my cell was not so lost.  


IT WAS IN MY JEANS POCKET ON MY BODY.


Rolling my eyes, I quickly hung up the home phone as I watched Husband's lip twitch with a barely concealed grin as he shook his head back and forth. Oh! And Big E... she cackled like an insane woman.  


At least Husband has learned enough to not actually make a comment at that moment. 


Another shining example of how put together I am...




3 comments:

Ratz said...

Aww. Happens all the time. It's a common thing. You are not alone. Trust me. ;-)

Annie said...

Thanks, Ratz. I felt pretty silly, but it was also a great laugh for the whole family.

Cory Thians said...

Ratz is right. It happens to the best of us... I recently was searching frantically for my keys, knowing I had them in my coat pocket, only to find out they were in the coat I wore yesterday, not the coat I had on.

But then there are the times when I can't find the phone because the kids put it in an obscure place.