Yesterday I mentioned there were several packages that arrived. In my defense, there are none scheduled to arrive today or tomorrow.
I remembered opening the package, looking at the floss bobbins and setting them aside.
After opening all the packages, I brought the floss and the charts into the living room, spread it all out on the floor and began matching up floss to charts to put it all into project bags. About 9:30 p.m., I thought . . where are those floss bobbins? There’s a drawer in the computer table next to my chair. I thought . . maybe I put them in there but I kept sorting through what I had in the floor.
About 10:30, I thought about those bobbins again and knew I wasn’t going to go to sleep til I found them. Then the thought occurred to me . . what if I threw them in the trash with the empty envelopes? I almost woke Vince up to tell him I was going out to dig through the trash but then I realized . . I’d have to tell him I had lost the floss bobbins so I took my chances on someone getting me outside. I ran out, grabbed all the empty packages that thankfully were on top of the stinky trash. I brought them into the garage and mashed the envelopes to make sure they were flat and empty. They were all flat and empty.
I came back inside, looked in the drawer of the computer stand and there they were. Why didn’t I look in there since I already halfway remembered that I had put them in there? Who knows?
I was able to go to bed and not have to worry about the floss bobbins. This is where I always say I’ll do better but . . will I? Probably not.