Ship Full o' Pirates

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I had to go to the Social Security office this morning and to my great joy and amazement, I accomplished my goal in an amazingly short amount of time.

On my way home I made my mental list of things to do when I got in the house.  It was extensive and I decided that before I got all involved with the TO DO LIST I would get my exercise done.  GO ME!

Once the exercising was in the bank I went looking for the file from the Social Security office so I could get to the TO DO LIST part of the morning.

How is it even possible that it’s not on my desk?  That’s where I would have put such a thing.

I looked and looked.  Thinking of all the rooms I had been in since coming home.  Game room, bathroom, kitchen (just a pass thru), dining room (also just a pass thru), and living room, where I set down my purse, crochet bag,  bottle of water, and WHERE ON EARTH IS THAT FILE?  It should be right here with my stuff!

Now it was time to call for backup.

“KIDS!  We’re looking for a manila file folder that says marriage licence and birth certificates on the tab. I had it with me when I walked in.   It’s very important and I HAVE TO HAVE IT.”

Kids were milling around looking at every file folder we have, and lo, there are many.

I went out to the car and opened the passenger side door thinking maybe I left it wedged between the seat and the console and I should be able to see the file better from that side, knowing full well I had that blasted file in my hands when I got in the house.

I kept coming back to my desk where I set my purse and crochet bag.

I went back out to the car and looked in the front seat from the driver’s door.  Yeah, the file still wasn’t there.

All the while thinking of that quote: “Insanity is doing the same exact thing over again and expecting different results.”  Was that Einstein?  I don’t know.  I WAS feeling like I was loosing my mind.  But I couldn’t help it.

• It HAD TO BE HERE.
• It HAD TO BE WITH MY PURSE.

Finally, I forced myself to calm down and think.  Remember my actual steps upon entering the house.  Actually remember doing it.  Walking into the living room and setting my purse down on the desk.

AND THEN IT HAPPENED.

The briefest glimpse of my hands opening the file drawer.

<HUGE GASP>

I had filed it.

Yup, there it was.  Right where I had put it.

I got the forms scanned and emailed and mentally tossed the rest of the TO DO LIST out the window.  Where are my M & Ms?

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