The B Love Life

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Are there any constant key losers in the group?

Please stand up.

Anyone that has after getting in the car has to frustratingly get out to make sure both the curling iron AND iron are turned off?

You’re welcome too.

I have serious problems. I am calling on the creative Nesties to create a trend so I can overcome this terrible annoyance.

I think I lose or forget to do something on an everyday basis. I whine, “I lost my chapstick!” to Will at least 3 times a week. I am constantly having to be reminded, “Did you have the keys?”

” Are you sure?“

“Show them to me.“

It really gets on my nerves when Will does this. I almost always have to physically have to show him the keys or money or whatever before we leave. It really aggravates me, but I have given him EVERY reason in the world to have to do this, so I figure until I can be a “big girl” and remember the simplest things, he probably is justified in asking me to show him where my money is and that it is zipped up, or where my keys are.

You win Will.

Yesterday topped it all. I will officially for the rest of my life have to surrender the, “Show it to me” crap.

I’ll be honest, a lot of times if he doesn’t ask me to show him the keys or whatever else and just says, “Are you sure?” I will just say yes so we can get a move on. Yes, I’m not the brightest blonde in the bunch.

I did my “checks” before we left.

“Do you have a key?”

“Yes.”

“Money?”

“Yes.”

“Phone?”

“Yes.”

(I really did have those things)

So, we head out and go to Buffalo’s for lunch. We had an enjoyable time, and then it was time to go. I get my stuff together and of course get my, “Are you sure you have everything, Britt?” question (I sound like an OLD lady don’t I!!?). I do my passing, “Yes, Will,” without looking, which I’m sure was my demise.

We then head to Marina Mall to catch a movie. We got to the theatre and Will reminds me to turn my phone on silent (I really DO sound like an old lady!!). I start searching through my abyss of a purse…

“Where is that stupid thing?”

Nothing.

I pull everything out of my purse and can’t find it. I was sick. Not the best weekend in the world to lose a phone.

It was gone.

After the movie we went back to Buffalo’s, though I didn’t expect anyone to fess up if it had been left. It’s amazing how much trouble you can get into if you steal something, but a lot of the third country workers do it anyway. I went in, and of course it wasn’t there.

I was so mad at myself.

Will was pretty mad at me too. It was more of that terrible parental disappointment. I got the “irresponsible talk“ the whole way home, which didn’t make me feel any better because I was already mad at myself and didn’t really feel like hearing Mr. Responsible’s take on my carelessness.

We got home, and I tried to call my number, hoping someone would answer. Nope.

I went in the bedroom and plopped on the bed. I knew Will was still upset with me because now we would have to buy a new phone when it could have been avoided, but he was pretty merciful. He took me in his arms, and while I knew he was upset with my constant “scatterbrainedness,“ he told me it would be okay and he would buy me a new phone today, and not only that but he would get me the exact same one I had before (which was a little pricey). for some reason I felt worse! What a dork. I guess I felt like I should get a piece of crap phone this time just for like a probationary thing or something, but my sweet husband, annoyed with me as he was, is going to take care of me.

So that’s good. It really sucks that I have to get a whole new number and stuff now though, and all my important numbers were in my other phone. Grrr. The way 98% of cell phones work here is that you buy a phone, get a chip from the one cell phone company that is here, and then you use prepaid phone cards. So my phone is not only gone, but my chip and number and everything else is gone. You can’t cancel your service here.

Anyway, I am now convinced I need someone to design me something fashionable that is able to have my phone or chapstick or whatever the case may be attached to my clothing or purse or something!!!!!

Any ideas?

Maybe I need to have someone constantly with me making sure I have everything with me...wait… that’s Will’s job, and we see how great that worked.

How can I be so flipping in my own world? Not like a stuck up in my own world, but just thinking about tons of stuff and wondering about things and looking at the flowers on my way out the door…

Only me I guess.

If you watched The Apprentice this past season I was thinking I needed to enlist the group that made pockets to hold ipods in the American Eagle clothes to design something comparable for me. I may not be joking.