Good morning bookie, bookette, bookers, booklings, and all around bookish types. You will not BELIEVE what happened to me yesterday.
I lost the book I was reading.
Yup. You heard me…. let me recount my steps:
4:45 pm I am in usual reading room in the reading chair…. errr…. reading said book.
5:22 pm I get up from said chair, and place junk mail acting as book mark into said book to hold place.
5:45 I am changed for kick ball (do not laugh…. I play kick ball… all the cool kids are doing it) and I leave said house in said jeep to go to said ball park
7:33 I return home after two kickball (yup there’s that word again) games in which we were beaten to a pulp at both. My only happiness will be found in the pages of the book that I am successfully reading through with full intentions of having review up for today.
7:40 I realize said book is not where I thought it should be (in said reading room by said chair)
7:45 a search is conducted of the area I had been in prior to my leaving the said house. This includes: my closet, the bathroom, the kitchen, the front room, the couch, the entryway, the garage, the jeep… I was thorough. I did this twice.
8:10 Now I am annoyed. I am wasting precious reading time during this search and I can not imagine where book has gone.
8:20 I start looking for suspects.
Suspect #1: The Husband. Sure, he is not a big reader but he is in the house where the book has turned up missing. I ask if he has seen it and he says no (a likely story!). I describe what the book looks like… I am sure he is thinking how is that different from the hundreds of other books in the house. His eyes glaze over and I let him go but tell him not to leave town.
Suspect #2: The dogs. Elmo is old and blind in one eye so I am doubtful if it was him. Plus he is so loyal to me. Bailey on the other hand, has never liked me and has always been Al’s (hubby) dog. I could see Bailey doing something with it just to watch me go crazy.
Suspect #3: me. I was in a hurry leaving the house and in a bit of a panic as I had just realized I did not know where our passports were (I know… a real night for losing things!) and we are 8 weeks out from Honduras. I was changing for kickball and looking for passports and I do not honestly know how much of this time the book was with me. Did I drag the book along the passport search trail? Honestly I do not know.
As of this morning. Book is still missing.
I know, right? I was at a really good part too.