When we came in from running errands, I had to make two trips. I knew I had the Cinnabons in my hand on the second trip and I had to go to the bathroom so I thought maybe I put them down anywhere between here and there. I searched the nightstands, the dresser, even in the bathroom (gross . . I know!). I didn’t want Vince to know I was looking for something so when he went outside, I asked Addie if she knew where I had put them. She looked and couldn’t find them.
Then I went to heat up dinner for Addie, moved a 10 pound bag of rice I had brought in because I had to make food for Rita and the cinnamon rolls were behind the rice.
All’s well that ends well.
Stephani in N. TX says
Gee, I feel better. Because you found your cinnabons, and because I have the same darned problem about 10 times a day. Good thing you have kiddos when you’re young. I’d be lost and they would be trailing behind me. To think I was the family “finder” of things in those days, homework, lunch, the second shoe…