Hubby asked me to find some papers that he’d left lying around since before my Dad’s funeral. Hubby is like that. He has trouble with paper control and usually he believes that I have thrown away his paper.
And usually he is right.
So, I started to look in all my usual places. Like the trash. Oh, Gag! I do not handle stinky old trash very well, but since I had to find these papers I had to look everywhere!
I searched high, I searched low (can’t get any lower than the garbage!). Nothing. I went through my file box, which you all might recall is very full, all the time, because I hate to file. Nothing!
I went back down to the garage to the old garbage and began to search again. Gag!
Then, a mere 1 hour after I started to search for these important papers, it hit me! I suddenly knew where they were.
I went to the stairs and started up, my knees shaking with excitement and nearly buckling under me. I ran down the hall to the office and pulled open the file drawer and there, filed nicely and neatly in a new folder, just as HUBBY HAD INSTRUCTED ME, were the two documents that he needed.
I can’t totally blame Hubby for this fiasco. After all, I was the one who made out the file and placed the papers in it.
Then I started to laugh. I’ve admitted to a short term memory problem and now Hubby must as well.
I wonder if they have service animals for this. Maybe we could train Arnie. All I would have to do is say, “Arnie, where did Mummy put those papers?” and he would run to the file box and point with his nose!
Oh I am just laughing like crazy!
Happy Easter everyone!








