Friday, July 17, 2009

If it was a snake it would have bit you.

When I was little, I may or may not have had a history of not finding things well. I used to walk into rooms and walk back out stating that I couldn't find things. My mother was not pleased or amused by this in the slightest.

It was so bad that one time I looked for a loaf of bread in the pantry and it was right in front of me and I didn't see it! My mother told me, "Samantha, if it was a snake it would have bit you."

Now I told you this story to tell you this one.

My parents went on a little getaway to celebrate their 30th wedding this week. Long story short, my parents are struggling right now and they needed this time for themselves. Please know it isn't anything with regards to their relationship. It is just a hard time for us all right now. It seems like all Americans are struggling in some way, shape, or form these days. If it isn't one thing it is another here lately. And the pool motor went out right before my parents left for their getaway. At this point, my dad took about all he could take and looked like he could cry. I have seen my dad cry twice. Once was at my pappaw's funeral and the other was at my wedding. So things are rough.

The getaway was good for them and he came home in a good mood.

When my dad got home he needed the building keys so he could get started on the motor for the pool. My husband, youngest sister and I had gone out the night before because we went to get the Harry Potter 6 and 7 books because Brandon has to know how things end. Anyway, my dad asked for the keys from Brandon.

So he checked his pockets in his pants.
Annnnd he checked his room.
Annnnd he checked his clothes drawers.
Annnnd he checked under the bed.

At this point, my dad commissioned us all on this search.

We soon scoured all rooms of the house. Made two trips out to the building looking at the ground checking to see if he dropped them on the way inside.

We went to the college to check to see if he left them at work.
We cleaned out his truck.

On the second trip looking through the living room, Brandon laid down to look under a chair again.

For some reason he decided to check his pockets again.

This time he checked ALL of them.

Okay, he may or may not have checked the first time, but clearly he didn't look hard enough because... IT WAS IN HIS LOWER CARGO POCKET!!!

I could have died from laughing so hard.

I of course said the magical sentence..."I'm going to blog about this." He told me to "knock myself out" and so I have.

My mother gave him the "if it was a snake it would have bit you" look. And I interpreted it for him readily.

He wasn't all that amused, but that's just too dang bad.

Happy Friday.

1 comment:

Kelsey Claire said...

I am very bad about that myself! TJ always gets mad at me about it!

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