A couple weeks ago, I went to see friends in Colorado. I tried to keep all my stuff confined to one area so I wouldn't leave anything when it was time to go. It didn't work. My friends had to send my camera battery charger back to me, but before they did they "decorated" it for me.
Now, to truly enjoy the messages, you have to understand the backstory. I met these friends when hubby was deployed. My brain wasn't operating on all cylinders. Or maybe the altitude in Colorado Springs wasn't giving it enough oxygen to function properly. But, whatever the case, every time I went over to their house I left something behind. I left laundry, my phone, and multiple other things. It was quite the joke...and the reason I was so carefully keeping all my stuff together this last visit.
The crazy thing is that I looked at the battery charger, recognized it as one very much like mine, and decided it couldn't be mine because: 1) I didn't remember taking it out of my bag and plugging it in, and 2) I never put a label on the end. My friend is always labeling her stuff. Hence, they just had to have the exact same type of battery charger.
Why didn't I just ask while I was there? Maybe because my tummy was so full of good cooking that my brain wasn't functioning. Again.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it!
Until next time,
Becca
I. LOVE. This. Post. LOVE. It makes me happy :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for the giggle! My thought is that you left it behind simply to ensure one more visit with your dear friend! Being an "Air Force" brat growing up and an "army" spouse - I know the pain of friends that move away. Yes, cherish those connections!
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