

Sunday Hubby worked away at his parents' house on the remodel, while I nursed my cold at home. He ran to the hardware store for longer screws to install drawer pulls when he unhappily discovered he was sans wallet.
Monday morning he searched around the house with no luck, reaching down into furniture cushions, turning couches upside down, etc. He had a list of things he wanted to accomplish at his parents' home, and was frustrated to be without his driver's license. We finally set out to retrace the steps of his weekend, since he last remembered using his wallet on Friday. We drove to his office, to the auto parts store, and made the 45-minute drive to his brother's house, including the walk down the hill to the beach (then back up...pant-pant) to hunt through the cracks and crevices of boulders where he'd thrown his jacket on Saturday. At that point I called home and offered $5 or a hamburger and fries
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The Wallet-hiding chair |
Ah, well. We were just happy we didn't have to cancel credit cards and replace his license. We continued to his parents' home where he installed a couple of pulls while I chose paint colors for the garage and front doors.
Now back to my regular-scheduled blogging, or there won't be a Twosome Tuesday post for tomorrow!