I outsmart myself.
A few weeks ago a friend gave me a couple of Gameboys of some sort. I only wanted them for desperate travel times so I didn’t really want the boys to know I had them. She’d put them in some shopping bag because the boys were with me at the time so I needed to smuggle them home, undetected.
Now, here we are, T-48 hours on a longish trip. Thought it would be a good idea to bring these, just in case. Not so much for the plane ride as they are pretty used to these flights but there’s going to be an 8 hr drive in there.
Well, after I successfully smuggled them into the house, I then stashed them somewhere very safe from
snoopy curious eyes and hands. Obviously I found a very clever spot to put them in. So clever, in fact, that even I can’t find them now.
Why is it that I can remember the birthdates of people I haven’t seen in 25 years, phone numbers I haven’t used in years, credit card numbers complete with expiry dates and CCV #’s but not only do I have no idea where I put a bag with a couple of Gameboys, I’ve been through the whole house and not a sign of them.
When DH hides stuff from me, I can always find it. I guess I should just get him to do the stashing next time. Or maybe I should learn the fine art of drawing a buried treasure map, pirate style.