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No one, namely my husband, will ever EVER trust me again when I say I've looked somewhere (one, twice, three times) for a missing hat/coat/mitten/shoe/fill-in-the-blank. Because frankly I'm unreliable. Or rather my eyes are. As I like to see it, when you move at warp speed all the time with two little kids, a job, heavy volunteer responsibilities and a household to run, everyone -- namely your spouse -- should cut you a break. Or die trying, ahem.
So it with great happiness and a lot of embarrassment that I announce the discovery of the lost hat. The one that I searched for twice at the preschool (inside and out), the one that caused me to send out a list-serve APB, the one that I scoured the house for for days. The one that I found at the bottom of my knitting bag. It was the first, second and third place I looked. Sigh.
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You mean the bag your spouse suggested you check?
Leef! I also found my "missing" bag with the knitting and Christmas stuff I had collected to distribute between various babies in the family. Plus all the Christmas cards which did not get sent out.
I feel so much better! Where was it?
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