Yesterday MY Jane and I went to the nearby Lowes to pick up material and paint for the downstairs bedroom update.
We unloaded the car and I began working out in the garage, painting trim, while Jane organized stuff downstairs.
At one point, I picked up the bottom of the bed and pulled it out from the wall. In so doing, I inadvertently set it down over top of the new paint can that Jane had placed there. I carried on doing other stuff.
About 15 minutes later, Jane came upstairs and said to me, “I don’t freaking believe it! I can’t find the stupid paint!” I suggested she re-trace her steps. In the meantime both of us began a serious search for the paint. I thought I rememembered seeing it at the top of the stairs but now I wasn’t so sure.
Jane began to worry that she was losing her mind. She finally gave up searching and sat down in total frustration.
As a last resort, I said, “Maybe it’s under the bed.” She replied, “Oh, I would never put it there!”
“I’ll have a look anyway”, I said. Well, sure enough, that’s where it was.
Both of us laughed at each other, thankful that neither of us had lost our mind – not yet, anyway.
Life Unfolding 