For Mother’s Day my oldest daughter brought me flowers two days early because we were leaving for the mountains.  I thought it would be great to bring them with us so I could enjoy them for the whole weekend.

I had the bouquet in my hands and I was double checking the doors and looking for the dog’s leash.  You know how it is when you are loading the kids, packing the car and coercing the dog into the back; it’s chaos.

Half way to the mountains Alex looks at me and says, “where are your flowers?”

Ummm, good question.  This is where the mental inventory occurs: Where was I the last time I had them in my hands?  What did I do next? Did I set them down somewhere…“I think I may have left them in the laundry room!”

This is the part where my oldest looks at me disgusted because she paid good money for flowers that are now going to die in the laundry room of all places.

Flash forward to Sunday.  After a very long and wet drive home from the mountains I walked into the house and went straight for the laundry room.  Yep, they were right where I left them and they still looked great!

 

It has been two weeks since Alex brought me those flowers and look how amazing they still look!

Have you misplaced anything unusual lately?

Sunshine & Sarcasm,

Lowi & G