At 11:15 on Friday night, I found my jodimitts.
No, they weren't returned to me by a repentant mitt thief. They weren't lying in an obscure corner of the church parking lot. In fact, they weren't anywhere they shouldn't have been.
They were sitting on my desk. In full view.
Um. It was one of those weeks. That's all I can say. Clearly the submissions fiasco, coupled with a difficult personal issue, made bits of my eyes leak out of my skull. Or something.
So I was plugging Beatrice in for the night. The kitchen was dark, and I saw what appeared to be a jodimitt lying on my desk. Excellent sleuth that I am, I stood there for about six seconds staring at it in the dark, wondering if it could possibly be a jodimitt, or if my eyes were playing a cruel trick. Then it occurred to me that I could turn on my desk light and get a quick answer.
Yes. Jodimitt. And the other one was hidden beneath a bit of Desk Junk. I scooped them up and squealed and pressed them to my cheeks.
"I found my jodimitts!" I said to Mr. A, who had entered the kitchen during my little jodimitt dance. Sweet husband that he is, he squooshed me into his arms and told me how happy he was I'd found them.
Well, that was after he asked me where. And shook his head in a too-familiar Yet Another Dumb Moment In My Wife's Life way. Unconditional love is a grand thing.
I wore them to bed. Yes, I did. It was a good way to work through the trauma of having been separated from them for three days.
Probably the rest of your donations through the holiday season should be marked THERAPY FOR AUTHORESS.
*hugs jodimitts*
LOL, glad you found them.
ReplyDeleteAint domestic blindness grand?
ReplyDeleteGlad you found your jodimitts
Yay! I love a happy ending. I've done so many similar silly things that I no longer surprise my husband.
ReplyDeleteAwww :) May you live happily ever after ;)
ReplyDeleteCongrats on finding your jodimit. I don't suppose it was partying with my missing hoodie? Yeah, I didn't think so. I'm still waiting for the ransom note. At least you won't be getting one. :D
ReplyDeleteHappy for you! Who is Beatrice?
ReplyDeleteCongratulations! My Dad keeps a file of that kind of story from when I was a teenager. He loves to pull them out when he thinks I think I'm all grown up (what with the teenage children of my own and all).
ReplyDeleteBeatrice is my MacBook Pro. :)
ReplyDeleteEr, Authoress, in your very busy day, could you do a favor for all of the writers hoping to get in the adult fiction lineup? After you've sent the last email, would it be possible for you to post a note here that says you've alerted everyone who made it in?
ReplyDeleteThat way, we're not still madly checking our email at nine tonight.
Yay! That's brilliant :-)
ReplyDeleteOh, you!! I'm glad your hands have been reunited with your jodimitts. And thanks for letting me know I'm not the only one who loses things in plain sight. =)
ReplyDeleteBy the way, losing things in plain sight sounds perfectly normal to me.
ReplyDeleteBut then, I visited a good friend in London a few years ago and on my way from the hostel to the tube I called her to arrange a place to meet. Halfway through the call I freaked out because I was already running late and I knew I had to go back to the hostel when I suddenly discovered I didn't have my phone in my pocket and argh what if I had LOST it somewhere?!!
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Yeah.
It took me about a minute to realize I was, you know, using it. -_-