...so it was with great annoyance that I found myself rummaging everywhere looking for the receipt.
Not in the pile of little bits of paper in my wallet.
Not in the stack of stuff in a bowl by the phone.
Finally, I gave up and went into Mr. Jenny's office in frustration.
"I can't find the receipt! You'll have to take it back to the store without it?"
"Huh?" Mr. Jenny replied.
I repeated myself in an even crankier voice.
"I CAN'T find the stupid receipt! Just take it back to the store without it?"
"What? What are you talking about?" my confused husband answered.
"The vacuum cleaner. The new vacuum cleaner. You want to return it and I can't find the receipt!"
He looked even more puzzled. "Huh? I don't want to return the vacuum cleaner! What are you talking about?"
"Seriously. You told me you hated the new vacuum cleaner!"
"No! I never said that! What are you talking about?"
"Seriously? You did so SAY that! You told me the new vacuum cleaner sucked."
Sucked, in this instance, was a good thing.
The powers of communication are just mind boggling, aren't they?
Just thought I'd share a laugh.
And tell you that I'm getting poked and prodded more later today hoping to find some health answers.
. I'll write when I can.
And you can just feel better knowing that I have well vacuumed floors in the interim!
PS. Yes. I know I'm lucky. Mr. Jenny vacuums the floors around here!