Called to Task

(Alternative Title: How The Incredible Woody Occasionally Has Her Faith In Her Fellowman Renewed)

On Monday evening, Vol Fan and I went to dinner with his cousin and family. I have struggled to come up with an incognito name for them. Mainly because I know he reads and if I read, I would want a cool name.

His wife's name was easy - I'll call her Speech because she is a speech pathologist in real life. His daughter has the most beautiful blue eyes so Blue Eyes for her. His 5 month old son is one solid piece of baby with wonderful chubby cheeks and those glorious fat rolls on his legs - I just love chubby babies! So I'll call him Chunk. See - easy peasy.

But the cousin - well I could call him The Sane One Among A Sea of Crazies. But that is really too long - so I'll just go with Sane One. And trust me - Vol Fan's family really IS a sea of crazies!

But anyway back to the story....

While at dinner, someone brought up my blog. And then Vol Fan stated that in my post on our float trip down the river, I had left an important part of the story out. He proceeded to tell that part of the story and all were left wondering why I had left it out.

Well, I will tell you why. It is my blog and if I don't want to tell on myself, I won't. Nannienanniebooboo!!

But then I started thinking about it and decided to tell the tale.

You see, I have this problem. This affliction.

I lose things. There, I said it. Admitting you have a problem is the first step, right?

A large percentage of my sentences during any given day begin with "Where are my...."

Keys. I lose them.

Cell phone. I lose it.

Important papers. I lose them.

The most important thing to this story - my purse. I lose it. And yes, on the day of the float trip, I lost it.

After floating down the river all afternoon, I realized my purse was not in Vol Fan's truck. I assumed it was in my car.

After driving back to Copper's house, I realized my purse was not in my car. I assumed that I had just left it at the apartment.

After having dinner and heading home, I realized my purse was not in the apartment.

So we looked in each vehicle again. We turned the apartment upside down. It was nowhere to be found.

Then Vol Fan had a thought - one that struck terror to his very soul. We had lunch at Burger King before the float trip. Could I have left it there??? Eight hours earlier??? Vol Fan was picturing a gang of identity thieves doing a victory dance around it!

Once he mentioned it, I knew. Oh yes, I had left it there - hanging on the chair.

So we went to Burger King and inquired if anyone had turned it in. And that is when my faith in my fellowman was renewed.

Not only was it there. But all my credit cards were there. As was my debit card. As was about $200 in cash.

PS - Pita caught a fish!!