A couple of weeks ago
“Erin, have you seen the glasses I bought for the Solar Eclipse?”
“I don’t know where they are.”
“I don’t either.”
“I’ve unpacked all my boxes and I still can’t find the glasses for the Eclipse. Are they in any of your stuff?”
“Nope. But I’m not done unpacking my boxes either. I’m sure they are in one of the many boxes out in the garage. Don’ worry. They’ll show up.”
Yesterday at 4:00 p.m.
“Did you hear about what happened in Springfield at the Hy-Vee yesterday?”
“Yeah, actually Mom called. Dad has decided he wants to see the Eclipse now, and she has been looking for glasses. He called around and Hy-Vee said they were getting in 12,000 pairs. She went over this morning to get some on the way to the office, and the line was out the door and around the building. That’s crazy! She told Dad he could watch it on tv.”
“I wish I knew what happened to ours. I know we had extra pairs. If we could find them, you could send them our extras.”
“I’m sure they are out in a box in the garage. You’ve looked all through the office? They aren’t in any of the drawers or in the armoire?”
“Nope. Not there.”
Yesterday around 5:45 p.m.
“I looked through all the boxes out in the garage. They aren’t there. Are you sure they aren’t downstairs?”
“I looked through everything down there. They aren’t there.”
“I know I looked around downstairs this weekend, too, and I didn’t see them. I don’t know where they ran off to. Maybe we should think about getting more? Let me go take one more look.”
I ruffle through drawers.
I ruffle through papers.
I open cabinets.
I open the armoire.
I glimpse red and white stripes just peeking out underneath a screen protector package. A smile spreads across my face. As Scott comes around the corner, I slide my fingertips underneath the screen protector package.
“What are you doing?”
“Ah-ha! Found them!” I say. Beaming, I wave the glasses in front of his face.
“What? Where? You just put those there.”
I start laughing. “Did not.”
“Did to. Look me in the eye and tell me you just found them there.”
I try, but I can’t. I’m laughing too hard.
“See, you can’t even tell me without laughing.”
Why does this make me laugh so? I try to say it again, but I’m laughing even harder now. He shakes his head at me and my uncontrollable laughter.
“Well, at least we found them.”
I laugh as I address an envelope to Dad.