But First
My camera ran out of batteries yesterday and I forgot to charge it. This morning I spent about five hours looking for it.
Me: It has to be somewhere really obvious because I remember specifically thinking to myself that absolutely could not lose this charger. I made a point of putting it somewhere safe and rational.
By this point in our relationship K knows that my definition of “rational” is not the same as anyone else’s so she just sort of went, “Mmhmm,” and threw out a bunch of suggestions.
“Somewhere logical,” I said.
“Well, this is you we’re talking about.”
I was getting grumpy, so I decided to juggle for 10 minutes (because in the process of trying to find the charger, I also found my juggling balls). Juggling didn’t help me find the charger so I sighed dramatically and told K that I gave up. The charger had obviously been taken by Jesus a day early.
K’s a problem-solver, though, and giving up isn’t an option for her. So, she got up from her desk and started looking. Exactly a minute and a half later, she said, “I got it.”
“WHERE WAS IT?!”
“It was buried under a pile of stuff in your closet.”
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