Well, at least not for the reasons I was concerned.
Back in January, I bought Margie what I expected would be a very cool, somewhat oddball Mother’s Day gift.
My memory told me that I had received it at work (intentionally shipped there so that the box would not give her any inkling of the oddball coolness within), and then put it into my briefcase so that I would not forget it at the office when MD came up.
So Mother’s Day came around, and I looked in my briefcase …
No sign of it.
Aha. I must have put it into my standard pseudo-hiding place for gifts (“pseudo” because Margie knows exactly where it is, but does not go rooting around there).
No dice.
Hmmm. I did go on some business trips. Maybe I pulled it out of my briefcase for one of those (since it might make an odd blip on the X-Ray machine). Search through the places where it might have ended up during such an out-pulling.
Nada.
I found the e-mail receipt I got for it, but that’s kind of unsatisfactory as a confirmation. Little thoughts flittered through my brain. Did I actually order it? Did it actually arrive? Did I just imagine the whole thing?
Well, I just found the cover letter that came with the package. So I know I’m not just imagining the whole thing.
No sign of the box though.
*Sigh*
Did you tell her what it is? Did you have to get another gift because of this? Can you tell me what it is? I’m curious now. I’m not sure why, because it doesn’t really apply directly to the story.
I did not tell her what it is.
I have not yet gotten a replacement. Though that might not be a bad idea, since the way my cartoon universe works, doing so would cause the original to pop back into reality again. “Oh, that’s where it was …”
And since she reads this, no I can’t tell you what it is, either. Yet.