I almost forgot to tell you about this one. It takes a bit of setting up, so bear with me a few paragraphs, ok?
My daughter Michelle and her Jonathans (big J and little j) came to visit us before we headed off to England last month. I like Big J because he's a very handy man and he installed my toilet while he was here. I like little j because he is my yummy pet man-cub.
Anyway...they stayed the weekend and we had a chance to say good bye. You see, while I was going to be traipsing about England (illegally), they would be moving to Nebraska. Yeah, I don't know where that is on the map either...
So, we went to England, we were detained, we were released, we got good with The Man and then came home. Dan was booked on a different flight than me and the children, so I got to hustle 6 bags of luggage and 2 children to Amsterdam, then Tennesee before catching our delayed THIRD plane and finally arriving home 23 hours later.
Dan's plane was delayed and therefore missed its connection and he was given a free pass to a nice hotel...of COURSE. That means I got to drive back to the airport at 11:00am on the morning of my first jet lagged day home to collect him at the exact place that I had left 12 hours previously. No, I'm not bitter, why do you ask?
I know, so far, you are not impressed with the quality of this story. Wait for it... I promise, it has a punch line.
The kids and I picked up Dan, happy reunion, collected luggage, hour long drive back home, blah, blah, blah.
I had left the house in good order before running off to England (illegally), so it was still in pretty good shape when we got home, if you don't count all the spiders and scorpions which had moved in, thinking the place was derelict. We walked in the door and Dan dragged his suitcase into our room. As I followed behind him, I saw something dark tucked a bit under the bed skirt. That's odd...I bent over to pull it out and what do I find?
A pair of MEN'S UNDERWARE! And Dan standing right there looking at me holding up foreign skivvies! I started laughing at my own situation and said, "These must be Jonathan's ...they were here just before we left for England. This is the room they stayed in when they came to visit!"
Dan good naturedly calls me on it and applauds my quick thinking.
So far, I think he still believes me.
*for those readers who don't know, Dan had been working in Iraq for 17 months prior to this.