Even though it has been AWOL for like the last two months, I've finally come to terms with the fact that I've lost my iPod shuffle.
I first fessed up to not knowing where it was to my pal KC who saw me with it everyday on the train. Even though I checked everywhere imaginable, I told her "Ya know, I just don't feel like it's really lost."
So I waited. It's gone. I'll admit it.
I've bought jewelry before and have honestly had the following conversation with my purchase:
Me: I love you, earrings. Too bad I'm going to lose you.
Earrings: (silence)
Me: I'll try to put you back in my jewelry box after each time I wear you, but let it be known that the day will come when I'll pass out wearing you and wake up a few hours later with sore ears. Then I'll take you out and throw you across my bedroom thinking I'll come find you after I've slept off whatever it was that made me pass out in the first place.
Earrings: (silence)
Last week I had lunch with Jennifer, who has become quite adept at knitting. She gave me a lovely purple chenille scarf that looks simply fabulous with my gorgeous, long black hair. On Saturday I met her and her husband for drinks and dinner. She asked me where the scarf was.
"You lost it, didn't you?" she asked.
"No! I just think it looks better with my dressier coat," I replied, half in horror.
"I don't believe you. I want proof you still have it. Like a picture of it with the current day's paper."
She's a tough one.
I first fessed up to not knowing where it was to my pal KC who saw me with it everyday on the train. Even though I checked everywhere imaginable, I told her "Ya know, I just don't feel like it's really lost."
So I waited. It's gone. I'll admit it.
I've bought jewelry before and have honestly had the following conversation with my purchase:
Me: I love you, earrings. Too bad I'm going to lose you.
Earrings: (silence)
Me: I'll try to put you back in my jewelry box after each time I wear you, but let it be known that the day will come when I'll pass out wearing you and wake up a few hours later with sore ears. Then I'll take you out and throw you across my bedroom thinking I'll come find you after I've slept off whatever it was that made me pass out in the first place.
Earrings: (silence)
Last week I had lunch with Jennifer, who has become quite adept at knitting. She gave me a lovely purple chenille scarf that looks simply fabulous with my gorgeous, long black hair. On Saturday I met her and her husband for drinks and dinner. She asked me where the scarf was.
"You lost it, didn't you?" she asked.
"No! I just think it looks better with my dressier coat," I replied, half in horror.
"I don't believe you. I want proof you still have it. Like a picture of it with the current day's paper."
She's a tough one.
3 comments:
Wow! Your friend Jennifer sure can knit!!
You keep getting funnier and funnier. Stop it.
I agree with my hubby--you're hilarious!! And I can totally relate--I often "misplace" things. Iwanski loves that.
:) :)
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