I took my adorable husband out to dinner last night, you remember, the one who damn near gave me a heart attack? We had a lovely meal at a local Mexican restaurant, their name will come later.
After we got home and later after my husband went to bed I printed off some new author/business cards and went to put them in my little wallet. What wallet? No wallet. Where the hell is my wallet? Although I have a set place for this little gem and even remembered putting it back in its nice little safe spot I went through my purse. No wallet. I dumped the entire contents of my handbag out on the living room floor. No wallet. What the hell. No wallet. If my husband hadn't been quietly asleep in bed I would have screamed. Notice I was nice enough not to scream and wake the sleeping darling up. I didn't even go into the bedroom and wake him gently to tell him that my id and the one card I carry with me everywhere I go were missing. I carry these two items together in this little piece of leather protection because it is small enough to slip into almost any pocket without being noticed and fits snugly. I've never lost it out of a pocket.
When my husband leaves for work this morning at the butt crack of dawn I kiss him bye and still don't tell him. I have a plan. I will wait until the restaurant opens, that's at 11:00 AM and see if someone found it there before I tell my wonderful husband. I figure that if it is the most I will get out of it is a stern talking to and he will mercilessly tease me about it for months but the important thing is I WON'T GIVE HIM A HEART ATTACK. Yes there is the big possibility that it isn't and the heart attack will be forthcoming, but hey I can at least exhaust all other possibilities before I murder Buddy with the bad news. I wonder if you can go to jail for that?
At 9:30 AM I decided to wait, hell I had to do something, and start calling and hope someone is there and will answer the phone. No I honestly didn't think anyone would but I'm a person with unlimited hope and optimism when faced with really nasty situations.
The phone rings and almost immediately the sweetest man in the world answers the phone. I quickly explain my plight to this voice from heaven I hope and wait for an answer.
"Well yes it did get turned in and it's in the office. Can you describe it?"
Are you kidding? I just gave a detailed description to you about what it looked like and what was in it. I rack my feeble brain for anything else I might add to the description I had already given that would assure this lovely man that indeed this restaurant was in possession of my property and finally it came to me. It's black leather. I probably should have lead with that, huh.
At this point in is time I feel safe in calling my husband so he can run by and pick it up for me but his voice mail picks up and I hang up without bothering to leave a message. Crap. Almost immediately I get a text from him stating he is at the doctor's office. I should have remembered that he had an appointment this morning. I'm so glad I refrained from telling him doubly now because if he had known that little item was missing I can only imagine what his blood pressure would have been and he would have probably ended up in the hospital when the doctor saw it.
See, I managed to avoid two possible bad outcomes for my dear sweet husband simply by keeping my mouth shut. He however, still does something on occasion that scares the crap out of me and sends my heart thudding like an ancient drum pounding out a warning of immediate and immense danger.
So to the entire staff at Poncho's Restaurant thank you for being so honest and considerate of you patrons and helping me not give my husband a heart attack.
So where does the absentminded distraction come in? I remember when I put that little thing back in my purse I thought I should double check it because it didn't feel right when I put it away but Buddy or the waitress said something at that point and I got distracted.