My husband gets his train pass from his company. So each month we await the ADP envelope containing the pass. Before we started getting organized, every once in a while, he would misplace the envelope and then ring out the Botswain's call: "All Hands on Deck!!!" "All Hands On Deck!!!" And we would both madly tear up our house in the hunt for the train pass. It's not an inexpensive pass and we don't get refunds if we lose it. So it behooves us to find it.
So, the other night, at midnight, Hubby declares the loss of the train pass and cries out for help. There is nothing worse than a grown man wailing, so I help him out. We start tearing up the joint looking for it. It is our loon dance. We start flapping around like crazed loony birds. We look high; We look low; We look far; and We look near. We interrogate each other. Hubby even goes through all the recycling and the regular garbage. No train pass. At 1:30 am, we call off the search. We will resume the next day.
We had thought all this organizing that we had been doing would end this. But no.
The next day, the train pass arrives in the mail. I stuck it up on the wall in front of his desk. I texted Hubby immediately and called him an Idiot... as only a loving wife can. I guess old habits die hard and he just wanted us to run around like chickens with our heads cut off.
When he came home, I made him dance the macarena in his Santa Boxer Shorts as a punishment. If he wants to make an idiot out of himself, he can do so without me. We both had a good laught.
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