He was all positive someone was out there spending all our money and having a grand ole time driving around with his license.
So I checked.
Cause I knew it wasn't lost.
This is what he thinks happens every time he can't find something.
This is a major difference between he and I. He is convinced that his wallet is lost and/or stolen and we MUST begin panic mode. Someone is spending his money and we need to stop them. He even suggested that we call the police. Mmmmhmmm. Yah.
I, on the other hand, know for sure that I have just placed it somewhere and don't remember. No panic. Unless I need money. No calling of police. No freaking out about needing to get a new license. I know that it will turn up later that day when I look in my gym bag or under the car seat or wherever.
The end of the day arrived and he still hadn't found it yet. I was quite positive it was in his car or pants or shorts or coat or overnight bag. So I looked in the car, the pants, the shorts, the coat and the overnight bag and even I couldn't find it.
Hmmm. Might it actually be lost?
Just then I hear, I found it!
Where was this "lost" wallet, you ask? This wallet that managed to stay hidden under my husband's watchful eyes? My husband who looked "everywhere" for it and was convinced it was stolen? It was under a piece of paper on the counter in the same place that he puts it every, single day.
hidden in plain site! Ha! I hate when I do that sort of thing.
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