Our family Touch had been missing for a few weeks since I sent it in the tractor with Hudson. Surely lost and destroyed in some cornfield, somewhere.
My husband stood as the accused, irresponsible party.
After scouring every tractor on the place to no avail, he returned a discouraged hombre.
"Is there even a 1% chance it got put somewhere? I thought I sent it home in the lunch box."
"Hardly," I scoffed.
So I went to looking and low and behold, I found the missing iPod. It was found in an unnamed location where only I would have put it. I emerged, tail between my legs, with the no longer missing iPod.
I was served up a big helping of humble pie.
1 comment:
Hate when that happens! Humble pie leaves such a bad taste in your mouth doesn't it?
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