Hazards of Old Age - "Lost" Wallet

 Mike was kind enough to do some errands for me and mailed a package yesterday. He had to make two trips to the UPS store. The first trip, he bought the padded envelope and brought it home to make sure it would fit. And then I addressed it for him, and then I left for the afternoon. (I was covering a shift for April Curtis at the Cedar City temple. I have known April for 45 years! So hard to believe.)

But then, Mike had to take the addressed and sealed package back to the UPS store and mail it. Later on that day, he was on the computer at home purchasing some of his supplements. But when he went to get his credit card from his wallet to make the purchase, his wallet was not there in his pocket! He had such a panic attack. Understandably so. He rushed back to the UPS store because that was the last place he had used it to mail that package. They had not seen a wallet. Of course, at first he hunted all through the house, all through the vehicle, everywhere he could think of. But it was nowhere to be found.  He was fit to be tied! When it wasn't at the UPS store, he was so despondent. So worried. But then he reached in his back pocket, and there it was! Surprise. 

He has been keeping his wallet in his front pants pocket for the better part of this year. His chiropractor suggested that he do that to help his back. And it worked! So front pocket it has been. We don't know how it ended up in his back pocket, but he did find it. And he is glad. We're both relieved. But we're both feeling a little old and stupid.

 It happens to the best of us, right?

Oh. One more thing. Mike was baking brownies one day. We do love brownies, and he's really good at those boxed mixes-- with add- ins! He pre-heated the oven, put them in, set a timer. When he came back to check on them, they were not cooked. As in still raw batter. Well, he had put the pan in the wrong oven. NOT the pre-heated one, the cold one. Haha. He did get them baked, and they were yummy. But he was pretty disgusted when he realized what he'd done.  

Ditto, above...it happens to the best of us AND the rest of us.

;-)