We get cold snaps in TX and sometimes in addition to putting on my long jammies I add socks too, when I go to bed. Last year and this year — my bones are getting older — I just couldn’t get warm under the covers fast enough. So I searched the house for the trusty heating pad. I checked both bathrooms upstairs, the linen closet, under the bed is always a good place, and I checked the side tables by the bed. No — the turquoise heating pad wasn’t there.
“Hmmmmm…someone needed it more than I did and took it home with them,” I thought. So at 9:00 PM one cold night, I went to our local drugstore and plunked down a $20 bill to purchase what I knew we once had. But it was worth it, because it warmed me up in short order.
Over Christmas, daughter told me “It was cold last night and the heating pad sure warmed me up.”
“What? The turquoise heating pad?”
“Where did you find it?”
“It was in the side table drawer in the guest room.”
Shame on me for thinking someone had smuggled it out of the house. No, I hadn’t looked there!
How many things have you bought once, then twice, only to find them later?